Things that happen for a reason are often the result of a strange or odd
set of occurrences. The car that can no
longer leave the driveway seems to be the result of a key slipping down out of
sight between the couch cushions.
Until it is found or replaced there will be no trips to the
store, no visits to Grandma’s and the slow leak in the rear tire won’t have the
impact it would have had on their trip home.
Had the couch not eaten the key, a blow-out along Bell Road
would have sent them into Anderson’s funeral procession, which in itself would
have ultimately revealed who was really in the coffin.
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Life is like a couch; it’s better with cushions.
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