:: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime ::
...I stepped outside.
Father was standing in the corridor.
He held up his right hand and spread his fingers out in a fan.
I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other.
We do this because sometimes Father wants to give me a hug,
but I do not like hugging people so we do this instead,
and it means that he loves me.