Here are my keys, in the first place that I look when I can’t find them where they’re supposed to be. My car key and one for the Club, and a house key are all that I carry now, after the heady days in which I had keys to the local public library. I also have a Ralphs card, solitary since the Albertson’s one fell off, and a Swiss Army knife. The knife has lost its distinctive red handle plates, as in addition to its usual myriad uses, it makes a great teether for babies. Both of my girls used it to cut many of their front teeth — in fact, now that I think of it, that’s what happened to my Albertson’s card as well, as I remember turning around now and then to see one of them sucking on the card and jangling the keys, with an expression of pure innocence.
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