“Grandma, where’s your hearing aid? Let’s put it in…”

…and thus began the search. Daddy looked on one side of the bed; I looked on the other. Under the covers, in the Kleenex box, behind her nightstand, nothing to be found. The entire time we were searching, Grandma was muttering.

“What’s that, Grandma?” I asked in an extra loud voice, convinced she couldn’t hear us.

“I said, don’t matter no how you find it or not. Hearing aid in, hearing aid out, I just pretend like I hear you ‘uns.”