"Um, dad, before you say anything, please understand that I claim temporary insanity. No, wait, I mean short-term memory loss. Well, let's make that an unwilling suspension of consious intention. Am I making any sense?" asked Bailey. "Okay, Bailey, just exactly what did you do?" I responded with my own question. "Oh, never mind, I can see the result of your, um, error of judgment. I guess I can't ask you what you were thinking if you temporarily lost your mind." "Dad, you mean 'memory', not 'mind', I think," Bailey responded quickly.
On the chair in front of me was a rather tattered and torn novel that I had mistakenly left out (in its intact state) when my friend Colette and I left the house to go to lunch with Sam, her son. Earlier in the morning, I invited Colette to the house for coffee and bagels. Colette brought the coffee from Humble Coffee, our local coffee roasters and I retrieved the bagels from Panera.
Silly dad didn't think to place his treasured novel in a protected location before we left for lunch. Lesson learned! Since the final chapter of the book had been shredded and injested (along with other parts), I went online and ordered a new paperback for delivery. Luckily, I was at the halfway point of the book, which remained mostly intact. I just couldn't get mad at Bailey since I SHOULD HAVE known better than to leave the book somewhat unprotected.
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| The remains of the book |
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