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George Plimpton,
Whose father held a Nobel and whose was under indictment; whose had just been sworn in and whose laid to rest with televised honors.
Then I’d simply avoid the ones who knew. In case I was uncertain what they knew, one of them called a word in my direction: “Threesome?”
the days that followed, I watched the news pass from student to student,
it was often broken.
They lived in boys’ dorms and they played on boys’ teams. They were members and, in several cases, between the two of them, captains of the varsity boys’ soccer, football, ice hockey, basketball, and lacrosse teams.
the boy with rooster hair. His shuffle. His sidekick: shorter, same hair,
By the time I was at St. Paul’s, the school seemed to have settled on admitting blue bloods and recruiting athletes. These
Shyla,
Mr. Lane
Status was our first language, one that had to be learned, instantly, if you did not arrive fluent (and many students did); and it functioned like some primitive, instinctive form of communication beneath the surface of every exchange.
(lacrosse over track and field, low-slung corduroys over khakis, old station cars over luxury vehicles)
Sarah Devens,

