Female Of The Species

“…I mean, the whole idea is preposterous!” balked The Dean.

Scott pleaded. “You knew my father, Dean Gaffney. You’re aware of exactly how much money he’s given to this place over the years. I don’t think this should really be a problem.”

“Okay, say I go along with this… what is he going to study?”

They both looked at James. He was sitting on the floor, playing with a snowglobe of Boston, unaware of the world around him.

Scott and the Dean laughed.

“So, what are you going to do with yourself for the next four years, Scott?”

“I’ll get a job, I guess. I’ve never really done anything with my life… I don’t know what I’d even want to do.”

“Well, whatever you do, you’ll need to keep James on the downlow. Animal rights protesters are already getting pretty angry that you were able to buy your way into Newtown. If they find out you have an orangutan going to class, they’ll be really upset. You know how those animal rights types are!”

Scott bit his tongue. He shared their sentiments about animal rights and Zoo-Lu, but he had to appear strong.