I returned to the scholarship report.
Five students had been selected in the first round.
No photographs.
Exactly as requested.
One wanted to study nursing.
One engineering.
One had written about helping his mother keep a grocery store open.
I read that paragraph twice.
Then closed the report.
Arthur came in.
“You read the applications?”
“Yes.”
“You said you didn’t want personal involvement.”
“I said I didn’t want publicity.”
“That is different.”
“Yes.”
He put another form on my desk.
I smiled.