unlawful possession of two lockers in the 800Aâs. Feldstein served them with fair warning, and they had responded by stealing and hiding the locker baronâs chair.
In a rage, Feldstein extended his influence to the maximum, calling for hostility and inconvenience to rain down on the heads of the two transgressors. They were no longer allowed in the cafeteria, and all drinking fountains were closed to them. They were late for all classes, as access to their ill-gotten lockers was barred around the clock. And they were shunned like lepers by virtually all of the twenty-six hundred students.
Throughout this, Feldstein stood in his stairwell, arms crossed with grim determination.
When Sheldon and Paul went to see Feldstein on Monday, his chair had rematerialized, and the two transgressors stood before him, shamefaced and repentant.
âWe were wrong, and we apologize,â said the one on the right.
âWeâll give you back the lockers,â said his partner, âand weâre willing to make it up to you.â
âWeâll do anything,â added the first boy.
Feldsteinâs expression was solemn. He paused as the boyâs words echoed in the upper stairwell, then reached into his pocket, produced a piece of paper and began to unfold it.
âI have here a list of the Chinese food that I need right now. Make sure you get everything exactly the way itâs written down. And I want you to know that, as far as Iâm concerned, absolutely nothing happened between us.â
âGee, thanks, Feldstein! Weâll get it right away!â The two boys sprinted out of the building.
Sheldon and Paul approached the locker baron.
âHi, Feldstein,â said Sheldon. I see youâve done it again. Congratulations.â
Feldstein nodded sadly. âBusiness is business, but this ââ he gestured in the direction in which the two freshmen had departed ââ is just a couple of kids who donât know what theyâre getting into. The locker game sure has changed. Two years ago, the great insurrections of Slim Kroy and The Combo. The year before that, I was the young upstart, forcing Fitzpatrick completely out of the Aâs and establishing my first stronghold. Those were the days.â He sighed. âYouâve got to do a lot of dirty things in this business. So what can I do for you today, man?â
âWe need two lockers as close to the print shop as possible.â
Feldstein brightened. âNo sooner said than done. 468 and 469D, right across. Why donât you take 470, too? On me.â
âYouâre a prince, Feldstein,â said Sheldon, pleased.
âYeah, thanks, Feldstein,â added Paul.
âDonât mention it, man.â
* * *
Photography class continued to have its problems. Mr. Willis, who now had no office and no print dryer, continued valiantly to teach and refused to give up precious darkroom time. Replacing the dryer was an electric fan he had unabashedly swiped from Mr. Gambleâs office. He urged all students to bring electric hair dryers to class, but only he and Paul had remembered to do so. This inadequate resource was cut in half when Mr. Willisâ dryer was recalled by the manufacturer.
That Wednesday, Paul was confronted with the problem of a portrait shot of Mike Otis. This, Sheldon was telling him, was holding up the first edition of
The Otis Report
, which was otherwise ready to go to press.
As the class waited for Mr. Willis to arrive, Paul made an elaborate show of announcing that his camera was broken. Putting his eye to the viewer, he wheeled around, saying, âSee what you can make of this.â Aiming the camera directly at Mike, he snapped a picture. âHey, what do you know â itâs fixed. Thanks, Mike.â
âYouâre welcome.â
He waited until school was over to develop the picture. He and Sheldon stood over the developing tray, watching with