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On the other hand, ouldn’t they be nice when they sailed through the world with all the advantages? Behind closed doors, they were probably subject to the same miseries as everyone else, parents whose alcoholisans left them as vulnerable as the children of the middle class and the poor Money couldn’t possibly protect them from all of life’s woes On the other hand of my first other hand, whatever their probleenerated, their parents could at least afford the best doctors, the best lawyers, and the most exclusive rehabilitation facilities

I beckoned to a passing student "Excuse me Can you tell irl, built like an athlete with a sturdy set of bones Her dark hair was straight and sleek, pulled into a complicated knot at the nape of her neck When she sleamed "Sure I’m headed in that direction anyway"

"Thanks"

We walked the length of the corridor and turned right She left me in the hall outside the library while she continued to her next class

The rooinal library Shelves of books extended fro on all four walls with a ainst a brass rail The panes in the leaded-glass ereeffect to all the outside vieo groups of students sat in dark green leather chairs arranged around refectory tables The students were quiet and there wasn’t es and the scribbling of pens

The librarian was seated at a desk under one of the s The name plaque in front of her read LORI CAVALLERO, HEAD LIBRARIAN She looked up at ot up, and crossed the roo on the balls of her feet to minimize the sound She appeared to be in her late forties, her dark hair a long, careless tumble around her face HerV was sketched between her eyes She wore a long brown knit dress over boots, her sleeves pushed up to her elbows

"Are you Ms Cavallero?"

She smiled "Yes"

"I’ if Ito track down an old friend"

"Of course We keep the yearbooks in the other room You want to follow me?"

"Great," I said I couldn’t believe another closely held conviction was taking a hit Now it turned out the faculty and staff were as nice as the kids What was Sutton’s problem?

She moved to a door on our left and ushered ’s study," she said She gave s The study was smaller than the library and beautifully proportioned, with a spiral staircase taking up one corner I counted twenty built-in file drawers, each labeled with old-fashioned cursive on white cards slipped into brass frained held maps or documents intended to be stored flat Aon an Oriental carpet instone fireplace with an impressive carved mantel was centered in the wall across from the door On the far wall there was a second carved wooden door, probably leading to the hall beyond The reany The oil portraits that hung in the open spaces between bookshelves were darkened with age and suggested successive generations of severe Christian gentle mates

"Wow," I said, in all sincerity From my perspective, the pri copy machine I’d spotted just inside the door

"The yearbooks are on the bottom shelf," she said "I’ll be in the other roo else"

"Thanks"

She er rooiven access to the inforht would require a mandate fro near the copy machine and crossed to the shelves where the yearbooks were lined up The 1967 edition was there and I toted it with es while I activated the On button and waited for the es were devoted to the graduating seniors, half-page color head shots with a colu countless awards, honors, offices, interests The juniors occupied the next fifteen pages, sraphs in blocks of four

I flipped over to the last few pages, where I found the lower school, which included kindergarten through fourth grade There were three sections for each grade, fifteen students per section The little girls wore soft red-and-gray plaid jumpers over white shirts The boys wore dark pants and white shirts with red sweater vests By the time these kids reached the upper school, the uniforone, but the wholesome look would remain