Harry flashed his pink gums, and made his bushy eyebrows go up and down. I could tell he was thinking about his scene with Song Lee. “It’s not funny, young man.” I colored hard on my get-well card. I didn’t want Mr. Cardini to think I was listening. “So, I want you to write a letter of apology to Song Lee, and say that it will NEVER happen again.” “Yes, sir.” “Do you have anything to say to me?” “I’m sorry, Mr. Cardini. It won’t happen again.” “Good.” “I’m finished, Mr. Cardini,” I said, handing him the get-well card. “How colorful! I’m sure Miss Mackle will be very pleased.”