“Professor Hawthorne!” I called out as I walked across the nearly empty campus. He turned at the sound of his name and smiled at me.
“Well, hello, Katie. What are you still doing on campus? Aren’t you leaving for winter break?” He asked as I caught up with him, chest slightly heaving from the exertion.
“No, my parents are divorced, and they decided to get into a huge fight on who gets to see me this year. So, I told them since they can’t share, neither of them gets to see me this year. They live three blocks apart and can’t figure out a way for me to spend time with both of them on a two-week stay.” I said. The story I told him was true, what I didn’t tell him was that it was a convenient excuse to stay on campus.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s Christmas Eve, do you have any plans for tonight?” He asked.
“No,” I said as I frowned slightly, my voice going distant. “I’ll be all alone for Christmas for the first time in my life.” He put his arm on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could tell he was genuinely concerned about how upset I was. Or, about how upset he thought I was.
“If you’d like, you can come over to my house this evening. I’ve got no plans.” He replied, smiling down at me.
“Are you sure I wouldn’t be imposing?” I asked, looking hopefully into his eyes.
“Not at all, why don’t you come by around 7:00 for dinner? I’ll order something, and we can watch Christmas movies.”
“That would be wonderful, Professor Hawthorne! Thank you so much, you’re the best.” I reached to hug him and give him a peck on the cheek. “See you at 7:00,” I said as I turned and skipped away.
I almost felt bad at how easy it was to trick Professor Hawthorne into inviting me over. He was a genuinely nice man. His wife had died when he was 40, and he had remained a widower ever since. At 60, he spent all of his time devoted to his school and students. As a department chair, he felt it was his obligation to oversee the happiness and well-being of every student in his program.
Last Christmas, another student had to stay on campus, I don’t recall the reason why, but the professor had invited him over on Christmas Eve as well. He had done the same thing for several students at Thanksgiving too. I knew if I gave him a sad story, he’d invite me over. My only worry was, he might run into another student and invite them over as well. The last thing I needed was an audience for what I had planned.
Now, the easy part was done, the hard part would be tonight. If all went well, I’d still be there tomorrow morning.
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