(Another of my strengths is that I have a very good audial memory, including for my own words.) “What more did you require of me?” “I ‘required’ nothing at all,” she said, and now her chin was practically pointed at the ceiling. “All I’m saying is, to head a private girls’ school you need tact. You need diplomacy. You need to avoid saying things like ‘Good God, Mrs. Morris, surely you realize your daughter doesn’t have the slightest chance of getting into Princeton.’ ” “Katy Morris couldn’t get into a decent trade school,” I said.
