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The 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 s...
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Funny Shades Of Grey--chapter twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-Three    I glance nervously around and, sure enough, there he is.   "Ana, you look like you've just seen a ghost," my mother says, coming over, and, in her concern, passes out on the floor at my feet.   "Christian, this is my mother," I say, introducing the two of them. "She's not drunk, she's just resting her eyes."   "Should we move her someplace more comfortable?" Christian offers, helpfully.   I nudge her with my foot. Christian too.   "I think she'll be okay," I tell him and pick up my book from where I left it.   He looks at the cover.   "Ah," he says. "Leopold Stotch. His childhood nickname was Butters, you know."   I knew, but pretended I didn't, like a good girlfriend does.   "I read his second novel, The Poop That Took A Pee ,  just after I flunked out of Pencey Prep, a preparatory school. It was the only thing I took with me. I read it while I was...
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