31. The Professor:
She’d heard people refer to him as ‘The Professor,’ but she’d never understood it herself. When she told him about it he’d laugh and shrug it off, but she wondered if he was secretly pleased.
To her, he was just an ordinary man, someone who wore daggy sweatpants on the weekends and liked to drink milk straight from the carton. But to the students at the university he seemed to be someone they likened to a king; a supernaturally intelligent human being who bestowed wisdom on all those who attended his lectures.
She would admit that he had a certain presence and he was always fascinating to listen to; that’s what she loved about him. He also had the ability to make any subject no matter how difficult, relatively easy to explain. He had always told her, “If you can’t explain something simply, they you don’t really understand it.” It was good advice which she’d taken on board and used as the basis of her own study and teaching.
Still, the man standing in the kitchen before her, bleary-eyed and in desperate need of a coffee was far removed from the dapper man who strolled into the university on a Monday morning. On the weekend, he wasn’t anyone special to anyone but her. He was just her dad.