Jim watched the girl as she walked into class, and as she sat down.
She gave a weak smile and looked down at her desk.
"You have a very determined walk, you know," he said.
The girl looked up with a smile on her face, showing her braces.
"Your walk. It's very determined. I would be scared to walk in front of you, you'd probably shove me out of the way."
She cocked her head to the side.
"Oh. Thanks, I guess?"
Jim shook his head and cleared his throat as other students shuffled in.
"Is that your wife?"
The girl pointed to a photo had on his desk, of Lily in her red prom dress.
"Ha! God no. My wife looks awful in red. That's my daughter."
The girl laughed.
"Do you have any pictures of your wife?"
"No, and I don't plan on putting any up soon."
The girl went silent and grew red.
A brash boy yelled "What, you don't love your wife?"
Jim walked to the projector and turned it on, splashing the wall with a list of elements.
"You could say that, yes."