One by one, the pledges turn to watch me. It’s a little easier with them. None of the pledges were in the basement that night, so the only thing they know about me is that I‘m untouchable. Every single one of them stands when I approach, however, which catches me off guard, making me tense. It’s a bit startling, actually. I think for a moment they’re about to flee, but instead, they simply…wait. For me. To sit. They’re not fleeing. They’re being gentlemen.
