Remember my post from last about the washer eating my sock. Today, I got a call from our local supermarket to inform me that a set of keys had been turned in to them- the store member card identified them as mine. I had not lost keys but was intrigued so I hurried over to the store. While the clerk was retrieving them she told me that the man who turned them in had bought something at the Swannanoa Valley Museum rummage sale over the weekend and the keys were in the box. As soon as I saw them I recognized as the set my Mom lost four years ago- a year before she passed away. We tore the house apart of three different occasions looking for these keys. She was 95 years old and did not want to feel like an old lady who lost things!
A feeling of closure for the mystery and bittersweet to get her everyday keys returned to me. The keys came back maybe my sock will also . Life sometimes can be stranger than fiction.