The Bursar shook Cerise’s hand with firm confidence. “We don’t expect you to be familiar with procedures,” he said. “Orientation for our new parents is standard. Don’t be embarrassed to ask questions.”

“I suppose when Lorelei is my age the parents will take it for granted.” Cerise smiled in self-deprecation.

The Bursar nodded. “Of course, we expect our system to progress a great deal more by then. Now, your daughter Lorelei — she’s five?”

“Five in June,” Cerise agreed. “A normal, happy little girl, we’d like to think.”

“Our programme will help keep her that way.” The Bursar gestured for Cerise to follow him. The halls were bright and spacious, decorated with printouts of student artwork.

“Lorelei will have her own cubicle, kindergarten through graduation,” said the Bursar, gesturing at one of the dim nooks off the bright hallway.…