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only for Amy’s four years at Syracuse. They had been renting the same summer house for two weeks in August on Fire Island since Meg was a toddler—and the fee somehow barely went up. And, of course, the one thing that made their life in Manhattan infinitely more livable than those of a lot of their friends: the beautiful, three-bedroom, prewar apartment with a view of the river that Yardley provided them for a fraction of the market value.
    They had been lucky. But their daughters were about to become even luckier. So it surprised her when Hugh said that he liked both Stowe and Andy, “despite the money.”
    â€œDespite the money?” Meryl said. “Doesn’t every parent dream of their kid marrying rich?”
    â€œNo,” Hugh said, frowning at her. “They dream of their children being happy.”
    â€œYes, well, you have to admit, money helps in that regard.”
    But in saying that, she felt like she was betraying some core value they had once shared—a pact they had made to live a life in the pursuit of art and culture. Certainly Hugh, a high school English teacher, and Meryl, with a career in book publishing, were not motivated by making a fortune. A fact that made the extravagant wealth of their daughters’ partners all the more curious.
    And though she hated to admit it, her life with Hugh suddenly seemed provincial, as if they’d raised their girls on a farm. At least, she was afraid that’s how it seemed to the Campions.
    Maybe Hugh sensed that attitude as well, because he certainly didn’t seem to share her excitement about the engagement.
    â€œCan you at least pretend to be looking forward to dinner tonight? Between you and my mother, I feel like I’m in this thing alone.”
    â€œI’m sorry. I’m preoccupied.”
    She wanted to tell him to snap out of it, but he looked so defeated. So she put her hand his arm and softly asked, “What’s going on?”
    â€œIt’s just work stuff,” he said, shaking her off.
    Then she remembered: the call earlier in the day when she’d been running to her mother’s. Janell South.
    Janell South was a senior who had come to Yardley two years earlier, a scholarship student. There weren’t many of them at Yardley, but the ones who made it there and lasted tended to be exceptional. She had grown up in the Bronx, shuttled between foster homes, before recently settling with her adult half sister in Harlem. According to Hugh, she was a talented writer who shared his passion for the American classics.
    â€œWhat’s the problem?”
    â€œJanell handed in a plagiarized paper,” Hugh said.
    â€œOh, Hugh—are you absolutely certain?”
    â€œI recognized entire passages from McKnight’s book on Hawthorne.”
    â€œI’m sorry! I know this is a huge disappointment. Will they let her finish out the semester?”
    Yardley had a zero-tolerance policy toward cheating, a hard-and-fast rule that was enacted in the wake of massive cheating scandals at Stuveysant High School and Horace Mann. Hugh sat on the advisory board that had passed the measure.
    â€œI’m sure they wouldn’t.”
    â€œYou mean, won’t.”
    â€œNo, I mean if I had reported it, they would expel her immediately.”
    Meryl’s eyes grew wide. Just last year, Hugh had overseen the dismissal of Todd Boswick, a junior who cheated on the Regents Exam.
    â€œYou didn’t report her? Hugh, you can’t be serious. You can’t just take it upon yourself to make exceptions to the rules. That’s why you and the board voted for zero tolerance—to take the guessing and favoritism out of it.”
    â€œThis is different.”
    Todd Boswick, son of a hedge fund billionaire, was barely passing his classes. He skipped class, routinely got busted for having his cell phone or other contraband, and he talked back to teachers. Todd was a kid who thought the rules