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Vanicular expressions many times take on an appearance far beyond their own reality, your honnor. Excuse me Father, but if this report is correct, and I believe it to be, one reality is that young Mister Frost started a fight with the head trustee, while serving his two week retrial period. The aid of Father Lawnegan began to speak, but was waved down. Excuse me Father, but let me finish. The punishment for fighting during a retrial period is an automatic eighteen months. My mother and father looked buried, as the Father spoke. I have been up to talk to the administration at Thorn Hill, and I have also talked to the boy Michael was involved with. Does it say in your report, how many boys were involved in the fighting. It says five boys were involved, but that Frost and the head trustee were the main ones involved in the conflict. Kicking me, bending me over, crack, I went whirling back in pain. I gaged deep and spit the blood out at the charging faces. Your honnor, the true story is that Michael interceded when the head trustee and his companion were picking on a crippled child. According to a negro boy named Johnson, who later had to come to Michaels rescue, it all began during the time when the boys are swabbing the halls. Swab swab, feet wrapped in cloth sliding over slippery halls of stone. There is nothing in here about a crippled child. The Jesuit said, may I talk to you for a moment, your honnor. Certainly, he replied. The personality of a Jesuit alone, was enough for me to make assumption about his whispers. I could just hear him feeding his words into the judges ear. Look,