Professor Said Mathematicians Failed 50 Years — But Truant Freshman Girl Cracked It in Class

Professor Said Mathematicians Failed 50 Years — But Truant Freshman Girl Cracked It in Class

Chapter 13

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"We'll figure it out," she said. "I've got extra shifts this week.""Ren, honey, you don't have to carry all of this.""I want to," Ren said. "You raised me. It's my turn."On the other end, Margaret was quiet for a moment—the kind of quiet that meant she was choosing her next words carefully. "Your grandfather would be so proud of you," she said softly. "You remind me of him more every year.""I wish I remembered him better," Ren said."You remember more than you think," Margaret said. "It's in your blood. The way you think about numbers... that was always him."Ren looked down at her bag, at the edge of the worn leather notebook peeking out. "I still have his notebook," she said. "I carry it everywhere.""I know you do," Margaret said. "He would have liked that more than you know."There was something in the way she said it, something Ren didn't catch, too tired to notice the weight underneath the words."Grandma," Ren said, "did Grandpa ever talk about teaching? Or a university, maybe?"The line went quiet for a moment, just long enough to notice. "Why do you ask, sweetheart?""No reason," Ren said. "Just thinking about him today, I guess.""He taught for a while, a long time ago," Margaret said. "It didn't end the way he wanted it to. He never much liked talking about it, so I got used to not asking.""That's sad," Ren said.

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