He provided a very comfortable upper-middle-class environment and then ruined it with a cavalcade of casual cruelties. We had a tennis court, but he locked access to it. I had a phone in my room, but he bugged it (and found nothing, as I was perhaps the dullest of teens, with no interest in drugs or drinking). Dinners served by a cook were an ongoing series of exhausting mind games and tests of knowledge for me and my brothers.
this is upper middle class? who has a tennis court and he cook!?
