He answered the phone.
She said, “This is an obscene phone call.”
He sighed, exasperated. “Not again?”
She said, “Yep. Put your hands in your pockets.”
After a brief pause he said, “Nope. Haven’t got ’em.”
She said, “Then where are they?”
He suggested the table in the spare room. Then he suggested his desk. The bathroom counter?
She said, “I looked through your music carrier. They aren’t here, either. What is the first thing you did when you got out of the car?”
He said, “They aren’t in my backpack here. Check the table outside.”
She went out to the carport. “Not in the car.”
He said, “Oh good. The table?”
She said, “Nope. Not on the — here they are, on the blue recycle bin.”
He said, “Well, at least you found them.”
She said, “And what is it you’re going to say the next time I leave the keys in the door knob?”
He said, “I don’t know. What is it I am going to say?”
She said, “Not a thing.”