Rory, Monday 14th

I know I was never your favorite person at Chilton. Don't be so quick to judge everybody there as terrible people. I got caught because of poor timing and bad luck. My friends would never narc on me. Contrary to your opinion of the Hartford society, not all wealthy upper class males are self centered. We can make distinctions between friends, family and business. My mother is fond of saying "what happens in the board room will not be brought into the dining room". I am sure every lifestyle has a similar phrase.

My father told me how my great grandfather acquired the pharmaceutical company that has been the family's flagship business for the past 47 years. Grandfather was friends with Josiah Lilly before the war. One night over drinks they started to brag which was the better business man. Josiah was raving about how he was hiring this scientist who was on the brink of blowing all the competition out of the water. What Josiah didn't know was that my dear old Great Granddad wasn't as drunk as he claimed to be and he sent a message to his brother. That weekend while Josiah and Tristan Dugrey the 1st where enjoying the speakeasies of Chicago underground, Julian Dugrey took the express train to Indianapolis and offered the scientists double plus 1% of all royalties. Within a month Dugrey Inc. had a press release to announce the new drug, insulin. When Josiah passed away his obituary stated he counted Tristan as his greatest friend. He realized he had no one to blame but his own carelessness and loose lips. You have to compartmentalize or live with the consequences of being at an empty dinner table.

So that you don't think all Dugrey's are apart of an evil empire, they pharmaceutical company hired Josiah to stream line our manufacturing facility in the 20's and with their help made the penicillin that was sent with the GI's during the war.

Back to my point. I don't blame the guys for leaving me to take the fall. They didn't drag me to the safe I wanted to be there. Although it would be nice if there was a least one familiar face here, or a friendly face.

I know the strings my dad had to pull to get me here. I wonder if he googled, desolate, soul sucking academia to find this place. The classes are not up to par with Chilton. Every minute of the day is mapped out to remove all time to think freely. Community showers are only good when its the title of a movie with hot chicks on the cover. I am not being crass, just making a statement that they should be banned from real life experiences. I have a roommate, his name is Phil, and he hums while shaving. That is the extent of the information I know about him and I have shared a 10x7 living space with him for 2 months. He doesn't talk much. I find myself talking at him just to see what will get a reaction. Perhaps that is why I have rambled here. There is nobody to worthwhile to talk to who will engage in conversation.

I suggest you live a little Mary. The thrill of doing something because you can and you are young. You can't live forever in one of those books you are always toting around. Just don't do something that will land you here, unless you want to be my roommate, we can bunk, you can be on top.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Tristan

So this was hard to write. Getting in his mindset. I think that Tristan has a lot of growing up to do. We only ever saw him when he was showing off. And because this is a letter it is only what he is willing to reveal to Rory. He hides behind his family name and flirtation. Let me know what you think.

Also. The story about the insulin…Josiah is a really guy, along with some chemists developed Insulin. But I took the liberty of stealing it. The Dugrey's have a lot of fingers in a lot of pots.