Jaun rummaged through the drawers and doors, opening, closing and re-opening again as he searched for the felt box. He knew this was where he left it when he went to serve his country four years before. Of course back then the piece of furniture was safely nestled in his mother’s attic.
Now it was some sort of make shift potting bench.
“Allie is going to kill me!” he exclaimed as he continued his panicked search.
Her words were clear. She waited as long as she intended while he did his thing and if he didn’t ask she’d do hers.