"Why don't you ever go by Doctor?" I ask, staring at the framed Ph.D. certificate hanging high above the wall beside the window.
Schofield sits across from me on an armless chair usually for visitors while I comfortably lounge at the small sofa in the corner of his office.
"I don't want the students in this school to feel an extreme divide between them and me. The title Principal is to show respect. I want the name Schofield to mean I am a friend."
I smirk. "How thoughtful. How about Marcus? Do you reserve that for your student flings?"
My comment doesn't affect Schofield. He's used to the taunts I used to throw at him whenever I get bored or irritated by his constant questions back in middle school. I guess he's still the same boring shrink now.
He leans in his chair, seemingly calm
