Return of the Missing Keys
It's the same old story. My father can't find his keys. He's checked the kitchen. The den. The court yard. And, of course, his room. Many, many times. "Somebody's gone into my room," he'll say. "I can tell." "Nobody's gone into your room, pop," I'll say. "I can tell." "How can you tell?" "I just can," he'll say, and then he'll look me right in the eye. "I don't know who, but somebody's been in my room. And they took my keys." I don't know why he looks at me when he says that. Does he think it's me who sneaks into his room for no good reason to steal his keys for no good reason? I don't know why he would. My father is only two places at any given time: he's in his room, or he's in the den hogging the TV. He can pretty much see anybody who would leave our house and go into his. Besides which, I don't know why the fact that he (or my wife) always...