Mr. Hayward

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Verona's father, Mr. Hayward.

Personality

He hates wasting or re-freezing food.<ref>Her dad would come downstairs to call the pizza place, find the spaghetti mostly defrosted, and because he hated wasting and refreezing food, he’d feel like he had to eat it. If he asked, she’d say she didn’t hear about him saying he’d get pizza. Or something.

It was stupid and it was petty and it made her feel better.

- excerpt from [for Words 1.1|Lost for Words 1.1] </ref>

Relationships

Estanged from his ex-wife, Verona's mother.<ref>Houses are expensive, I don’t have time to do this stuff, so you’ve got to pick up the slack. I get the bare minimum from your mom, I don’t have any help. Our nearest family is a six hour drive away. - excerpt from [for Words 1.1|Lost for Words 1.1]</ref>

He rarely if ever thanks Verona for doing chores.<ref name=":0">“Um, what?” she asked, standing up and leaning over the railing at the bend of the stairs. “I just came home from school and spent two hours doing chores, and I don’t even get a thank you? Or a ‘good job’? I get

more chores instead?”

[...]

He dropped his hand and met her gaze. His tone became more serious. “Do you think my boss tells me thank you? At either of my two jobs? Do you think any of my coworkers give me a thumbs up? When’s the

last time you ever said thank you, dad, I sure appreciate you working

six days a week to put food on my plate and a roof over my head?”

[...]

“I wrote in your card, thank you for everything you do. I told you I

appreciated your hard work.  In your birthday card.  I spent a lot of

time thinking about what to write.”

“Okay. Thank you, but that doesn’t matter, Verona. It doesn’t change that this is our reality.”

“But you never say the same to me.”

“And you don’t say it to me nearly enough. A birthday card two months ago is not a lot when I spend sixty-plus hours a week working for

your benefit.”

- excerpt from [for Words 1.1|Lost for Words 1.1] </ref>

He works two jobs, six days a week, 60+ hours.<ref name=":0" /> He hates his work and doesn't get along with his co-workers.<ref>“Yes. A very very long day. I’ve had a headache since noon, and then I had to deal with Louis and

the mess he’s made of the client lists.  Renault is saying he wants to

fire Louis for five months now, he has a paper trail of Louis messing up, but he won’t follow through.”

“Sucks.” “I have to do twice the work. I’d quit if I could get away with it,” her dad said. “It’s exhausting. You have no idea.”

- excerpt from [for Words 1.1|Lost for Words 1.1] </ref>

Appearance

Tall, overweight, red-faced, hair buzzed short.<ref>Her dad was a big guy. Tall, big around the middle, his eyes small. He

was red in the cheeks, and he was sweating enough that his hair -buzzed
shorter than the hair on his forearms- looked wet.  He stood in the

living room, wearing a short-sleeved button up shirt and slacks with zero personality. - excerpt from Lost for Words 1.1</ref>

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