    home, out in the country. Should Fintan junior pass the tests, and
accept entry, you will have sign a document legally passing parental
rights for him over to the state. We will care for him until he becomes
of adult age.”
Father looked to Fintan. His eyes glazed over, calculating.
“Of course,” said Mister Smith “that is why the whole family was
invited, so it could be a family decision. But, as the only parent
present, and head of the household, you have the authority to
decide.”
“Where is the school?”
“I’m not at liberty to disclose the location,” said Mister Smith
flatly.
“You want me to sign my kid over to you, but you won’t tell me
where the school is?” Father asked. His voice was getting louder.
“What if I say no?”
“Then you will never find out where the school is, and Fintan
junior will no longer be invited to attend.”
“So he’ll just go to school back at home then,” said Father,
dropping the pen.
“And be doomed to a life of mediocrity,” said Mister Smith. “He’ll
likely go through secondary school, and do well, but, will there be
money for University?”
“He’ll get a scholarship,” said Father.
“Will he?” Do you know how good you have to be to get a
scholarship these days?”
“He’s good enough,” said Father.
“Maybe,” said Mister Smith, “but I noticed Fintan’s brother has
had to take a part-time job to help out at home, and bring some
money in. I assume Fintan junior will have to do the same when he’s
14?”
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