Kruger leaned forward on her desk and clasped her hands tightly. “You’re in the running, Kate. Yale is not out by any means. Your marks, your preparation, your story alone…”She was trying to hose me down. I was radioactive on this issue. But this was about Yale. Everything was about Yale. Kruger knew that I’d sworn it to my mom as she was dying. A promise is a promise.“You’re in the general pool, and I know you have more than a fighting chance, as does Olivia. Of course, she’s a legacy, but you are definitely in the top tier. I also think the other schools will go after you. Do not despair.”Easy for her to say—and so she did, often. This was our dance. Kruger would pretend to assure me and I would pretend to be assured. She said more or less the same canned thing every session, and she would keep saying it until the bitter end. I noted that today the shrink was shrink-wrapped in a Diane von Furstenberg. How long had she been doing him? Was it from her change of wardrobe on, or before?
