
They came all the way down to the courtyard to ask whose side I'm on. I told them it isn't a side, it's a contract. I've given that same answer three times over half a term now, and letting my voice drop on the third was my mistake.
A dispute in the courtyard is still on the record. Next time, drag it to the hall.
If it's a contract, you must've been paid. Funny thing is, no one's ever seen what that price actually is.
The courtyard's supposed to be where the pushed-aside kids get to rest. Next time, please fight somewhere else.


