By Linda Pratt, Producer of Twice Told
That first spring post-pandemic restrictions, we were all so eager to get out amongst one another again. I met a friend at Draught Industries. Feeling merry after our second margarita, it was time to leave. As I got to the door, another friend I hadn’t seen in forever came in. I gave them the kind of “aren’t you glad Covid is over” hug not giving thought to anything else…including my belongings. I walked home content being among my people again.
…Until morning when I couldn’t find my wallet. First thought. What to cancel? But, I’m a procrastinator especially with dread…so I took some of my emergency cash and got my usual cup of coffee at Bank Sq. Still procrastinating when I got home, I opened the front door to get the morning paper. There on my doormat was my wallet. Fully intact. Still don’t know who put it there.