Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. \"If you could go to Junior Prom, forget that, Senior Prom, with anybody in the whole school, who would you go with?\" Michelle asked. I don’t care. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea.