“Oh, no! Where is it? It has to be here!” I say loudly, trying to awaken my napping husband. I find a flashlight and continue to scan the bookshelves for Lilly’s Purple Plastic Purse by Kevin Henkes. “Where are you hiding, Lilly?” I say a little louder.
Now I am practically shouting. “Ralph! I cannot find Lilly!”
He wakes up from his short nap a little disoriented. “Willie?” he asks.
“No! Lilly! It’s a children’s book. I need it tomorrow. Please help me look.” We continue to search the shelves. No luck. “Call Barnes & Noble.” I have to have it. My husband obliges. When someone answers, he repeats my request.
“They are looking.” We wait and wait. Finally, “No? Exton has it? Thank you.” My husband knows the drill. He calls the Exton store. I am still searching. “Yes, you have it?” Ralph says into the phone.
“Here it is!” I shout with joy. “I found Lilly!”
“Aaaaaaaah, thanks very much. I don’t think we’ll be needing it after all.” Big sigh from my husband.
“Is that a sigh of relief because now you won’t have to drive all the way to Exton?” My husband does not answer. He’s already back on the couch with arms folded across his chest and eyes closed.
No matter. I am holding Lilly in my arms!