Alvin watched Gwen bug her eyes out in mock defiance, putting on a show of refusing to surrender even if it killed her. He found it a little funny.
He gave Gwen's face a quick, careless rub, making her look less ridiculous...
Alvin said, "So what do you want?
I think Harvard's offer is pretty good. If George doesn't have a problem with it, I certainly don't."
Gwen looked at him in disbelief. "I told you, I don't want to go to Harvard. That would be betraying my school.
I'll never make myself a traitor...
And George respects my choice!
Someone just got in touch through an old friend of his, so he gave me the acceptance letter and let me decide for myself...
Those people at Harvard haven't shown the slightest willingness to back down. They think a little scholarship money will make us cave. They're dreaming!"
Alvin looked at Gwen, who was being so self-righteous, and spread his hands helplessly. "I knew you were up to no good...
I'll give you three minutes. If you're still going in circles and won't tell me what's really going on, I'm leaving.
Oh, I'm going to the PARTY, and you're going to detention!"
Gwen blinked her big eyes and hesitated for half a second before decisively saying, "Actually, I'd rather go to Princeton.
But if I want to study the subject I like there, I need a recommendation letter from someone important."
Gwen grinned at Alvin, clasped her hands beneath her chin, and pleaded, "Principal Alvin, you'd surely be willing to help your best student—well, one of your best students—wouldn't you?"
Alvin stared at Gwen's ingratiating grin. He'd known the girl was up to no good.
George Stacy's daughter had excellent grades. Why would she need anyone's help to get into