January
Louise“Philip?” Louise called out loud. She opened the closet and rifled through the hanging clothes. Where is it? she wondered. She turned to the bed and took the pillows out of their cases.
“Lou?” Philip entered the room. “What are you doing?”
Louise stood with her hands on her hips. Her patience had run out. “I can’t find it,” she said with a frown. “I’ve looked everywhere!”
“Okay, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help.”
“The—uh—the thing.” She knew the word. It was right there—in her mind. She could see it in her head, but she couldn’t seem to pull it forward so that she could say it.
“What thing is it, sweetheart?”
Louise got down on her knees and looked under the bed. Nothing.
“Darling, let me look for it. Just tell me what you’re looking for.”
“I told you,” she
