“I left it on the night stand. I’ve left it on the night stand every day for ten years. I don’t think I know how to put my wallet any where else. This is insane. I’m going insane. The other day I put a book on the dining room table, turned around and when I looked back it was gone,” Ry said, flustered, his voice muffled by walls.
“Did you check the laundry pile?” Mira called back.
As she suggested a new spot, their toddler ran by her waving a wallet over head and maniacally laughing.
“Never mind. Found it.”