How do we explain the inexplicable?
Sometimes my honey and I think the same thoughts.
It’s not creepy: in fact, it’s reassuring to share something substantive that dips below the surface.
My Apache pal says there are no coincidences.
And when daughter Wee-Hey told me that the sofa drove home, it gave me pause.
Wee-Hey and Joel moved into new digs last week and needed a sofa. So they scoured the second-hand shops and found a sectional in shades of gold for their living room.
The store owner offered to deliver the couch. Wee-Hey gave the address and directions.
Wait a minute, the store owner said. Is this house a duplex? Do you have an alley in back?
After Wee-Hey answered a storm of questions, the puzzled store owner told her that the sofa was retrieved from the same house weeks ago, steam-cleaned and polished, and placed on the showroom floor.
The same sofa purchased by Wee-Hey and Joel.
And it returned home.