“Uh, Ma?” Shana interjected. “Is there music coming out of that cornflakes box?”
L
eah wiped a dust bunny off her forehead, then lay her face back down on the cool floor. Gingerly, she inched her arm forward, grasping blindly until she felt a familiar smooth coolness. Got it!
Triumphantly, she inched her hand back, slowly, slowly, the precious treasure in her grasp.
“I fouuuuund it!” she called. “The shoe was under the couch, exactly like I told you it probably was!”
“I checked there a million times!” Shana limped toward her, dramatic as ever, dragging her unshod foot behind her.
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