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I was on the phone in my office when my daughter came in, looking around. She came around to where I was sitting and looked under my elbow. Then on the floor.
"Hold on a sec," I said into the phone. "What's up Julia? What do you need?"
"Have you seen the sports bra that was on the arm of your chair?" she wanted to know.
The person on the other end of the phone, a mother of two boys, burst out laughing. "That would never be said in my house," she said.
"I put it on the stairs to go up," I said. "I couldn't figure out why there was a bra on my chair."
"Did you not notice it was damp?"
I held my tongue, although I wanted to know even more why a damp sports bra belonged on the arm of one of my office chairs.
"And did you not notice that the heater was on?"
That I had noticed. When I sat down in the chair for my call, the heater was cranking away, as it had been earlier in the morning when I was in there writing. I figured that I, in my less and less with it state of mind, had left in on. (I've been doing things like that. Anyone else?)
She walked out and grabbed the bra from the bottom stair, and I returned to my conversation, having a good laugh over the solved mystery of the sports bra and the space heater.