A Whateley Academy Tale

The Pillars of Foundation

by

E.E. Nalley

Medicine rests upon four pillars:
philosophy, astronomy, alchemy, and ethics.
—Paracelsus

November 9th, 2007
The Office of Milton Anderson, M.D., 2160 Center St, Boston, MA

The man on the screen didn't look like a super villain.

He was actually quite dapper, in a conservative silk suit of European cut and dark color, over a simple white shirt and his one concession to fashion a remarkably colorful tie of abstract polygons with a matching kerchief in his breast pocket. Neither did he look like the persona he frequently affected, the Mad Herr Doktor in a nineteen thirties white, off set breasted lab coat and high rubber gloves. But for the 'devil's horn' forelocks in his hair, he could have been a senior partner in a well established law firm. He sat at a magnificent desk, his hands clasped before him on it, speaking directly into the camera with remarkable sincerity and compassion. “Mr. and Mrs Dawson, now that your family doctor has had the technical briefing he needs, I would like to take a moment to have a word with the two of you. I am afraid I am unaware of the...progress...Alzheimer's has had on your wife, Mr. Dawson, so you may need to explain things to her, or make the decision yourself.”

A Whateley Academy Tale

Shenanigans Too

By Morpheus 

Part 1

Crystal Hall, Sunday late afternoon, Nov 25th, 2007

Amy stared down at her tray of dinner, feeling less than impressed. After being home for Thanksgiving and eating some of the food that Mrs. Lawrence had sent over, she was not thrilled about returning to cafeteria food, even if that cafeteria happened to be Crystal Hall.

“At least there’s always the kitchen in Hawthorne,” she reminded herself, making a note to check what ingredients were currently stocked up. With the way that supplies kept mysteriously appearing in her kitchen, she was often surprised at what she found there. “Who gives caviar to high school students?”