“It wasn’t a mistake,” I cried.
“It’s initiative.” I amended my defense.
“If we could get their kid on our side,
we could adjust their moral sense.”
“What did you think would happen?
Their child at a school they didn’t attend.
Did you think that would be fine?”
“Sorry,” I hung my head in resignation.
And now, here I stand at the end
of the unemployment line.
