“I believe you,” she finally says, looking at me with what can only qualify as reluctant sympathy. “But I think it’s too late for Corinne. She’s always been a once-bitten type of kid.”

I nod because I know she’s right. “Have a good night, ma’am.”

“By the way, I explained the whole thing away as much as I could. It’s standard policy for Columbia to contact an applicant’s other schools at signs of ‘moral turpitude,’ as they call it, but as far as I can tell, this indiscretion won’t be shared with the other schools you’re applying to.”

I can’t bear to look at her. That is unexpected. That is the kindest thing anyone could do under the circumstances. “You did? Why? I mean, what happened to, um, you know, the whole ripping-out-my-spine thing?”

“An email shouldn’t ruin your life. No matter how phenomenally stupid your actions were.” She shrugs. “Some of those flash cards were very convincing.”

“I don’t know what to say. I . . . Thank you, ma’am.”

“Good night, Henri.”

I linger for a moment once outside the Troys’ doorstep, hoping Corinne might come out at that exact moment, giving me a chance to explain things.

But that’s not how things go, is it? And I’m not sure I deserve a second chance.

When I peel open the mystery sheet of paper, now wrinkled into six squares, I see what Chantale Troy meant. Each line of the printed-out letter, typed in unadorned Courier font, feels like an intentional uppercut.

To the concerned party:

I am writing this letter on behalf of one HENRI HALTIWANGER, a high school student of the Fine Arts Technical Education Academy and a class of 2024 hopeful. I understand that Henri’s application is currently pending and wanted to take a moment to assure you that he is keenly interested in making the institution of Columbia University the next step in his academic journey.

I will be clear and say that I do not know Henri in any academic capacity. I understand his grades to be adequate, though not extraordinary. What I am writing to convey is my admiration for his work ethic and the character he has showed as a neighbor and dog walker to my family. His character is unimpeachable, and in a short time, he has become a trusted friend of the family.

I truly believe that he will benefit immensely from this opportunity at this stage of his academic career. He is a charming young man, beloved by his peers, and despite his many responsibilities and limited resources, I understand him to be a social pillar of his school. He is prepared and kind, and I strongly believe he will be one of those students who makes the most of the Columbia undergraduate college experience.

If you would like additional information about Mr. Haltiwanger, do not hesitate to contact me to further discuss this matter.

Kindly,