When he heard his roommates still snoring, he dozed back off for another hour and a half. A light rap on the door roused him. Eliot groaned and buried his head under his pillow. Rupert continued dreaming in a heap of rumpled blankets, candy wrappers, and dirty laundry. Rollie answered the door. “Top of the mornin’, mate.” Wesley leaned in the doorway. He was still dressed in his green-striped pajamas and his usually well-groomed hair stuck out in odd places. He held a white cardboard box and small bottle of milk. “Here’s your breakfast. It’s delivered to your door on the weekends.” He handed the food to Rollie. Rollie opened the small box and smelled pumpkin scones. “How come no one talks about the weekends here? It’s fun!” Wesley grinned. “It really is, but the teachers ask us not to advertise it. They don’t want a bunch of students staying just because it’s fun. They want students to visit their families.”
