Jacob rummaged in between the couch cushions so loudly that Jennifer finally paused the TV and harrumphed.
“What are you even doing, Jake?”
“My pretzel fell down in there.”
“So? Get another one.”
“I don’t want another one. I want that one.” He rummaged some more. “I don’t get it. It should be right here.”
Jen sighed, stood up, and pulled the couch cushion off the couch.
The twins stood staring at the under-the-couch-cushion for a moment before exchanging a glance.
“Is that…?” Jen started.
“Hey look! It’s the remote Mom said I lost! It was right here the whole time!” Jake grabbed the remote and held it aloft in triumph, apparently forgetting the lost pretzel.
“It can’t be. We tore the couch apart looking for that thing.” Jen crossed her arms. “We didn’t get to watch TV for a week until the new remote came. There’s no way it was here the whole time.”
Jake shrugged, tossed the remote on the coffee table, then settled back down with his bowl of pretzels.
But Jen couldn’t settle. They’d lost that remote years ago. Two? Three? It was weird. How had it suddenly reappeared?
She picked up the found remote and put it in a drawer in her room. (more…)