The time: 2:00 a.m.
The place: kitchen table
I am awakened by the sound of Gary cursing.
Get up, creep in the dark to the kitchen, where I discover Gary has knocked a dime off the table and does not see where it rolled.
He is cursing and searching the floor.
"I got this," I say. With that I get the flashlight, then, and this is genius, I descend the exposed basement steps until my eyes are level with the kitchen floor, and I start swinging the flashlight and scanning like I am looking for relics from the Titanic.
"Or we could do this," Gary says, and turns on the light, instantly revealing the dime.
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