"You can't be serious."
Mark had to explain the glue, the humiliation, and the nickname. The event would be recorded and shared through official school district channels. If he refused or minimized his actions, the loan would be void immediately.
He looked up at me, eyes wide. "You want me to humiliate myself in front of the whole town."
"I want you to tell the truth."
He stood again, pacing once across the carpet. "My daughter's surgery is in two weeks. I don't have time for this."
"You have until the end of the assembly. Funds will be transferred immediately afterward if you fulfill the agreement."
"I don't have time for this."
"Claire… I was a kid," he said weakly.
"So was I."
I could see the war inside him. Pride versus fatherhood. Image versus reality.
Mark stared at the contract for a long time. Then he looked up.
"If I do this," he said slowly, "we're done?"
