Father had visited the antique shop and stayed there for a long time, coming back with a cannonball in his arms—he then solemnly placed the thing on the best spot on the antique shelf and would go to earnestly wipe it down every now and then.
Every time she thought about this, Heidi was very concerned about her father's mental health.
"I'm serious, you have no idea how odd it looks," the psychiatrist sighed again, "He cherishes it like a treasure, saying it's a very, very special antique, and he even wipes down the cannonball before washing his own face—my mother, on the other hand, doesn't care about it at all, and if I say anything, she just says 'let your father have his collection hobby, don't disturb him'."
