Pledgemaster Brayden stood at the basement altar with his head hunched low to keep from hitting the pink insulation above. He was robed up in the chapter’s colors, red hood on and everything. We looked up at him from a circle of fold-out chairs. It was silent. This was a solemn occasion, after all. An emergency meeting.  “There is an issue with the pledges,” he said. We straightened in our seats. “A respect issue,” he said. We straightened ourselves even more. Then Brayden