Margaret Walks Across the High School Stage on a Warm June Morning
“Can we file an injunction?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the leather chair opposite him. “An emergency motion to allow me to attend?”
Arthur put his spectacles back on, adjusting them behind his ears. He shook his head slowly.
“A judge would deny it within ten minutes,” Arthur said. “Courts are highly reluctant to interfere with school administration during a major public ceremony unless there is a clear constitutional violation. Simply barring a parent from a ticketed event does not meet that threshold.”
“So Vance wins,” I said.
“Legally, he has insulated himself,” Arthur said. “He is playing by the strict letter of the rules he helped write.”
I looked down at my hands, my fingers brushing against the silver locket.
“I am locked out of the school, Arthur, and I am locked out of my own home,” I said.
Arthur leaned forward, placing his hands flat on his desk. “You are locked out of the property, Margaret. But that does not mean you are powerless. There are other ways to make people listen.”
“I do not know how to do this alone,” I said.
