My best friend always says her uncle is a workaholic with a face like an iceberg.
That is, until I catch him in his study, staring blankly at my high school graduation photo.
“You've kept this picture hidden for five years?”
The tips of his ears turn red, and he hurriedly shuts the drawer. “Since the first time you came over to do homework.”
My best friend walks in. “Uncle, why is your face so red?”
“Ahem.” He sits up straight. “I was tutoring your friend... in the lessons life has to offer.”
