He was also a bit of a nerd. He always said “good morning” to elderly people in the street when walking the dog and sometimes they ignored him.
He sang along to the car radio. He generally didn’t seem to need sleep.
And was always fine doing the Molly night shift even when he was in surgery the next day.
He loved to gross Molly out with facts – a stomach gets a new lining every four days!
Ear wax is a type of sweat! You have creatures called mites living in your eyelashes! – and loved to be inappropriate.
He (at the duck pond, the first Saturday, within Molly’s earshot) enthusiastically told a random stranger
that male ducks have penises shaped like corkscrews. On nights when he was home early enough to cook,
he made a great lentil dal and a pretty good penne arrabbiata, and tended to put a whole bulb of garlic in every meal he created.
But Molly had been absolutely right: his artistic talents didn’t extend to musical ability.
In fact, when he sang “The Sound of Silence”, accompanied by his guitar, she found herself guiltily wishing he would take the title literally.
He was, in other words, a bit of a dork – a dork who saved lives on a daily basis, but still a dork.
Which was good. Nora liked dorks, and she felt one herself, and it helped make her get over the fundamental peculiarity
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