Conversation and a revelation

"It looks like he's pretty serious," Brian says as the two of you leave the office.

"As a heart attack," you chuckle. "I don't think these spoiled brats have a clue what they're in for."

"You obviously approve."

"Don't you? From what I've seen in only two days I think he's just what the doctor ordered. I don't believe in corporal punishment as a general rule, but for these rich little snots I'm willing to make an exception."

"I guess. I never thought about it much to be honest. You seem to have a dislike of rich people."

"Not rich people, the way some rich people act. Like their shit doesn't stink and that they get a free pass through life, behaving with impunity to everyone who isn't in what they decide is their class. I despise those kinds of rich people."

"Fair enough I guess. But how would you feel if it was your kid getting paddled?"

You stops and look at him, knowing the pain shows in your face even though you try to suppress it. "I don't know. Probably not good. But my child is dead, so I'll never know."

"I'm sorry," he says, suddenly embarrassed. "I didn't...I'm sorry for your loss."

You take a deep breath to master your emotions.

"Its not your fault. And it's a long time ago," you say, making a decision and starting to walk again. "What are you doing until the orientation meeting?"

"No plans. Why?"

"I thought I'd walk up to the top of the campus," you gesture with one hand. "If you'd care to join me, come along."