Old Parker pushed a food cart through the school's Detention Room.
Several students who had already graduated were "being held" here. About two months ago, they had completed their studies at the school and successfully found suitable colleges.
But now they had committed a "serious crime" and been caught red-handed by the school's newly appointed deputy director of the Punisher's Office.
Old Parker grinned as he shoved a generously packed lunchbox into a Detention Room, then gave the main running back of the Wolves, Jamal, an odd look through the iron bars. "Jamal, now that you've gotten your acceptance letter from the University of Pittsburgh, why not go have some fun with your friends?
Even catching a couple of big rats could help with expenses, you little punk..."
Jamal, whose face was all beefy jowls, took the lunchbox Old Parker handed him. He scratched the back of his head and gave a good-natured grin. "The University of Pittsburgh gave me a full scholarship. I just wanted to spend a little more time at school before I leave."
Then Jamal said, sounding a little sad, "It's not like I have anywhere else to go..."
Looking at Jamal's downcast expression, Old Parker shook his head helplessly, opened the Detention Room door, and went in to sit beside him. "This place will always be your home. You can come back whenever you're on break.
We're more worried you'll forget this place than that you'll miss it!
Alvin always says that once you leave, you shouldn't come back, but we all know he's just 'talking nonsense'!"
Old Parker patted Jamal on the shoulder, pointed at the lunchbox in his hands, and said with a smile, "The head chef made this just for you. It's got dinosaur steak Alvin sent back.
I don't know where