She had an office the size of a large cupboard with a window that did not open.

She could not stop what was happening to Julian.

She had no authority to discipline anybody, no authority over a seating chart, no authority over a coach.

What she had was a lunch period and a set of keys.

In the September of 2012, at the start of Julian’s eleventh-grade year, she went to the school librarian and arranged for my son to be a library aide during A lunch.

That is it.