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It basically comes down to my friend Peter being a teacher and house parent at an elite New England preparatory school, and one of the scions in his house is a freshman Elijah Blue Allman. He tries not to make a big deal out of it because there are heirs and princelets and celebrity progeny all around and your job is to treat them like the mere kids they are or else you lose your equilibrium, and do them no favors certainly.
But he had a classic-rock buddy/colleague in another dorm who, of all the kids in the school, just couldn't get over that this kid was the son of the man who wrote "Melissa." The version of the Allmans that was touring then was playing Toad's or someplace, and he calls Pete up waxing on about what a great idea it would be to bring Elijah up to see the show, and he could get them backstage to chill with the rock 'n' roll royalty.
Dumb idea that, two beers later, seems pretty rock solid. They get a call through to the Allmans' hotel, drop the name of the snooty prep school, and Duane is all "Sure, man! I'd love to see Elijah Blue!" They get the kid out of lacrosse practice, gas up the GEO, and are are all but pulling out of the circular drive when the headmaster comes huffing and puffing down the stairs, waiving a piece of paper.
"You can't do this!" he cries. They're obedient little worker bees, but they try and assure him that they have parental permission, they'll keep Elijah's soul clean, and have him home at a reasonable time. "You don't UNDERSTAND!" he says pushing the document into their faces. They grab and read what amounts to a contractual agreement between the school and Cher (signed with just the one name) that if the school facilitates any contact between Elijah and his father, the child would be immediately removed from the school, his tuition forfeited, and the school would be forced to pay an pre-agreed-upon penalty beyond the tuition.
They cut the engine, apologize to the kid and to the headmaster. Pete's friend walks Elijah back to the dorm or the lacrosse field or the commissary or whatever, while Pete walks back to the administration building with the headmaster, continuing to apologize profusely. But somewhere in his instinct to protect his job, a speck of justice boils under the surface, and he has to ask the headmaster, "Why didn't you tell me? I mean, I am his house parent."
The world-weary man turns back to him, looking suddenly older. Pete grew up in private schools. His father was a headmaster himself and a president of a girl's college. The ivory tower is all he knows, but now he gets the notion that this man has a cross that Pete never wants to bear.
"Pete," he says, "you have no idea how many of those fucking things I have in my office."
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