The Sofa Drove Home

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.

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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