The Pocketbook Crises (the plural of crisis) : A Grandma Story

Reluctantly, I would get involved in the search. The bedroom, the bathroom, the dining room chairs, her desk chair.  She'd find it.  I'd find it.   Under the bed, under the pillows, in the closet.  I soon learned all the hiding places.  So I thought.

The phone goes missing for days at a time.  I've found it in a drawer, in a zipped up suitcase, in the pocketbook !!

She wonders out loud, "Where's my pocketbook?"  Promptly, she elicits everyone into the search, "
Has anyone seen my pocketbook?" 

Hastily, she opens my bedroom door and sticks her head inside the room.  "Annie !!!!  Have you seen my pocketbook?  I've looked everywhere!"

I choose not to be dragged into the drama but Joe implores, "All her cards are in there!"


A small purse contains her license and several important cards . . Two Boston Scientific cards, the medicare card and a TFCU card.

"My life is in there!"