[Apollo]

My father stood before me. He eyes glazed over and I knew he found a challenge and had to beat it. He briskly walked to his office and I folowed. . .and for once. . .I was allowed in. I stood in the corner watching him rummage trhough a pile of books from what look like . .well nothing from this century. . .or the last two either. . .
I was about to speak but I knew it woudn'ty get an answer so I looked around. Every shelf was covered in books and all the walls had shelves. Some of what I guessed were the more rare ones were in cases of glass with locks.
"Where did I uot that one from. . . there's one from . . south east Asia. . .There!" I saw him bring up a book with a red spine and black leather covers. "australia. . .now where is . .passamaquody good . . ." He gathered the rest that he had been looking for and brought them to a table which as you most likely knew by now . . .had books on it. His eyes grew less wide as he picked up the books and layed them on the floor. "Now tell me what it was like . . ."