There were two very pale females in that room, while one adult male looked like someone had goosed him. Come on, jerk, get your shit together for Pete's sake. "So, you look well; they've been taking care of you?" Felix, you are a lost fucking cause. That was my first thought when he dropped that sentence into the silence that fell.
No, wait, that seems way off. The words never judge a book by its cover are never actually talking about books. No man is that dumb, that clueless when faced with the truth. So I looked again. I watched him as he spoke to his daughter, and good old Felix was clutching his hands together so tight, they'd turned white. My eyes went back to his face, and no, he wasn't angry at her, but he was livid about something.
