“Oh, crap!” I heard my wife laugh.
That morning, my son had capitalized on my wife’s just-slightly-ajar shirt drawer and had cordially unpacked it for her, so she was now reorganizing while I played zone defense in the living room as two tiny wide receivers ran circles around me.
“What’s up?” I called.
She joined us, waving a book in the air. “So I bought you this for your birthday months ago and hid it at the bottom of my drawer, but I forgot it was there until just now.”
It only took a glance for me to recognize it–Steve Turner’s A Hard Day’s Write, a book detailing the stories behind every single Beatles song. As an obsessive Beatles fan, I’ve have been salivating over it for years, as it is counted among the finest of Fab Four lore. But that’s not the only reason I recognized it.
“Okay, I have a confession,” I chuckled. I found it about a week ago when I was putting laundry away. I figured you’d gotten it for me for Father’s Day.”
She looked down at the book, then back at me, and thought for a moment.
I could have sworn I heard the Final Jeopardy deliberation song playing somewhere off in the distance.
And then suddenly, loudly, and regally, she presented me with my prize.
“…Happy Father’s Day!”
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