“What was it like to talk with Einstein?” Abigail asked. Eleanore smiled and grew thoughtful for a few moments.
“Wonderful. Such a naturally brilliant man,” she began. “He was very charming. But he is the reason that I was determined to carry on my father’s love of telescopes and mathematics.”
“Did he encourage you; seem interested in your questions?”
Eleanore’s smile widened, but her eyes flashed a different emotion. “Oh, not encouraged at all, Dear. Quite the opposite. He was only interested in my thoughts on literature and dancing. He told my father that my scientific education was a complete waste of time, I would be a horrendous pupil and never grasp the subject.” The light in her eyes suddenly made sense to Abigail, who was stunned.
“Surely you are joking with me?” she asked quickly, concerned.
“No Dear,” Eleanore said, standing up taking Pam by the hand. “He sought to dash my dreams. I’ve lived my life determined to prove him a complete ass!” she beamed up at Abigail. “Do you think I have accomplished much of that?”
Abigail truly was shocked. There was no doubt that this lovely little grandmother was a formidable person to deal with, a lifetime of serious accomplishment. Several lifetimes’ worth in fact. "Would that I could be such a person by her age," she told herself. Was it all truly at the prodding of such a mind as Einstein’s? Could such a man be so cruel?