". . . Hampshire College is in New Hampshire?" John asked.
"No, it's in Amherst."
"Isn't that where UMass is? Wow."
Mrs. Smiley stared thoughtfully at her dinner plate.
"It's what we often talk about during meals," Harry said to John. "They were opposed to David's choice."
"We're not fundementally opposed to anything you guys do," Mrs. Smiley scolded her. "How silly of you to say that."
"Yeah, but you raised the roof when I supported him."
"We do have reservations. It's in the purview of a parent to be concerned. Now it remains to be seen if he can finish what he started."
"Instead of transferring? He'd just have to start over at another school. Is it such a big deal?"
"It's a pain in the neck. He may need an extra semester to recover his lost credits."
"It's a new-fangled sort of place, John, where our son is enrolled."
"Have you heard of Hampshire?"
"Naw, I sure haven't."
"My employers at UMass and three other institutions created it and incorporated all five colleges. David can take any course they offer. It's a buy-one-get-four-free gimmick."
"Cheepers, you're so disparaging. Dad is more optimistic usually."
"Trying to run that administrative circus is easier said than done. If they succeed, they deserve medals."
Mrs. Smiley tucked in her chin. "Hear, hear."
