There was nothing stranger than seeing the captain of the football team with eyeliner and lipstick on under the high voltage lights of the Marshall Burke Theatre. Marshall Burke’s son had been captain of the soccer team- Jin never knew him but he’d heard arresting stories from the other teachers at lunch. He used to make his maid clean up thin puddles of vomit after late-night pool parties and he once pulled a tampon out of a conquest with his teeth. Well. Now he had a hi-tech theatre named after his father and a comfy spot at Williams College. If he behaved well, he’d become soccer captain there, too. If he didn’t, his father would have to build a rec-room or a cinema. Williams already had a very nice stage.
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