Breaking In

Once, Kim and I both forgot our keys to the bicycle lock that keeps our gate closed. (Sometimes we lock it when we have laundry on the line; we’ve had bras stolen before—they like to dance in them!) We were too ashamed to tell Pattie, so simply squeezed through a hole in the fence. Pattie thought it was a bit curious that the door was still locked when she came home… and we were giggling in the front yard.