Aunt Myrtle always said that everything is in the last place you look.
So when Aunt Myrtle lost her glasses, she fumbled around everywhere.
The sofa, the table, the countertop.
She checked the bathroom counter.
And she looked in her purse at least a hundred times.
“Did you steal them?” she yelled at her cats.
And she checked her purse again.
Her heart couldn’t take the panic, and she fell to the floor.
No, her glasses weren’t on the floor.
They were up on her hair.
She might have seen them in the bathroom mirror.
If she’d had them on.