Mrs Grattin enters, looking serious.
I heard you yelling. Mr. Director?
You still don’t need a hearing aid?
Mr. Director? I can’t hear very well.
Retirement is not far off, Grattin.
You wanted to tell me something?
You’re very perceptive. Grattin, this is a fool’s time.
Should I drool?
You know how much the well-being of our student-sheep is important to me?
He approaches her, and takes her hand.
I believe in the potential of every person. I have studied and incorporated the quintessential behavioral sciences into my teaching. But that’s not all. I have added the Kabbalah and the divinatory arts. These openings to the world have allowed me to co-construct a school that makes sense. This school!
MADAME GRATTIN, petrified
But the time…
… Is serious, Grattin. The knowledge of these little student-sheep is in your hands. To you, and also a little to me, since I am the director of this school. I’ll spare you the heroic details of my chase with the ghost who dispossessed us. He got away from me. Oh, I’d know him for sure… He had big eyes… So white. His livid pupil devoured me. I could only save myself. Who knows what this school would have become without me? If I had tried to jump on that monstrosity? If I had lost my life?
No one is irreplaceable… irresponsible.
The director throws himself on her, and implores her.