Lost

Lost

“Do you have any evidence: Witnesses? Fingerprints? Anything?” Sandra asked.

“No.”

“Then why are you so sure that I took your candy bar?”

“Number one: You are the only person in this house who knows I didn’t eat my candy bar when Gram gave us those candy bars yesterday. Number two I’m pretty sure you are also the only one who knows where I hide my snacks. And then let’s not forget number three, you ate your candy bar in three seconds, and said that was the best thing you ever ate, and you wished you had another one.”

“All circumstantial.”

“Teddy, you have to stop watching those lawyer shows.”

“There is nobody else who could have taken it. You took it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t. Come on, how many times have I outright lied to you?”

“In your life? I can’t begin to count...”

“Lately. Since we’ve actually been people, not bratty little kids.”

“Fine, never. So where could it have gone?”

“Maybe you sleepwalked and ate it.”

“Then the wrapper would still be there,” Ted said.

“Well, it didn’t just disappear off the face of the earth!”

“Very funny.”

Eighteen miles above earth Zargon handed his child a crinkly wrapped package. “What is it, Dada?”

“I’m not sure, it’s either food or treasure. The earth child had it hidden. Try licking it first, just in case ...”