Principal Harcourt cups her hand around her mouth and calls out, “He’s joking! Haha, of course he’s joking!” Which I quickly follow up with, “I’m totally not joking. Dumping your children in a boarding school in the middle of nowhere, at the top of a mountain, might seem like a great idea when you can’t be fucked to raise them, but it’s a sure-fire way of winding up with a bunch of sociopaths on your hands. So.” I shrug. “Bad fucking form, you guys. Do better.”
