"Your father came to bed last night in a lather of sweat. He couldn't breath, he was having heart palpitations," my step mum Abbie chimed excitedly.
"Really? And all from-"
"Yes. His book. He's really into it."
For as long as I've known my father, he had never sat down to read a book in his life. An instructional manual? Yes (millions). The odd aviation magazine - yes. But never a novel... until now, because now he has time - and has discovered a world of movies, television and glorious books.
I got to witness this one afternoon on the boat when he opted to finish his book while the rest of the family played poker.
It was easy to photograph him in this state without him noticing.
We all watched his facial expressions and laughed continuously - especially when his eyes bulged out of his head.
"Sometimes he's so excited he can't turn the page quick enough and nearly tears it off its binding," laughed Abby doing a crazy-eyed impression of Dad.
The whole time we laughed, he remained oblivious, wrapped up in the world of his novel.
How utterly delightful it was to see.
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