Slayton.Lucille, an ex-felon who had done five years in the State Penitentiary forWomen on forgery charges, had the contacts necessary to turn a baby in atrashcan into a real person with a real birth certificate and to almosteffortlessly become his legally adopted mother. All it took was a few phonecalls. Lucille had gone into prison as a very clumsy forger of municipal bondsbut, like all clever inmates, had received the best education possible whileincarcerated, honed her skills, and made friends who, like most intelligentcriminals, could accomplish nearly anything. Turning an unwanted child intoSlayton Travitor III was not as difficult as it may have seemed, and by the timeSlayton was five and entering kindergarten his paperwork was seamless. Hebecame an attractive, popular, athletic and affable young man and loved hismother as much as any boy could.Lucille was a realist and she told Slayton numerous times about his beginnings.Slayton had no regrets. Lucille was the best mother possible, and Slaytonexhibited no particular interest in his own biological origins.As his real story opens, we see Slayton, now somewhat of a preemptory snob,walking through the tree lined central arcade of Babbington PreparatoryAcademy in a neat blue blazer with the exclusive school's emblem proudlydisplayed on his breast. On each side of him was a girl, visitors from thenearby Martha Inesco's School for Gifted Girls. These were pretty girls andissued from some of the wealthiest families in Severton, and not one of themever had an inkling that Slayton had begun life in a garbage can. Slaytonplayed his role perfectly right down to the part about totally ignoring hismother as she passed in her cook's frock along the central walkway. Shewinked her eye at him, and he managed to return the wink without beingnoticed, but by agreement neither spoke. Lucille Mitcham had found a wayinto the employment at Babbington as a kitchen worker and had thus beenable to get her son into the fashionable school. Only the academy presidentknew of the relationship, and he knew better than to reveal it. Lucille had someother goods on him. So Slayton had fabricated, with his mother's help, a ratherdramatic resume of genealogy which more than qualified him to walk amidstthe scions of the old money crowd. And that is where we find him today, asenior within five days of graduation and already accepted, almost withoutscrutiny, at Yale.