The Case of the Missing Casserole (Pt.2)

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And now, the exciting conclusion to our story

"Hi Sweety. How's the book?" I asked nonchalantly.

She looked up at me and smiled. She has her Mother's smile.

"Hi Dad. It's very good. I've read it before though." She returned to her reading.
Good. She was relaxed. I might catch her off guard.

"How was the casserole?"
"Good."
"Did you put away the leftovers?"
"Yes, Dad."
"What leftovers did you put away?"
"Salad dressing, bread, butter, salad and milk. You know, the usual."
No mention of casserole. I had her now.
"Why didn't you put away the leftover casserole, Pearl? Was it because there wasn't anything left to put away?"
She seemed puzzled. "Sure there was. Didn't you see it in the fridge?"
"No."
"Did you look everywhere in the fridge?"
"Um, yes I did." This wasn't how the routine was supposed to work.
"Well, I put it on the second shelf. Just like usual. Maybe you were just tired." She went back to her book.
"Ummm, yeah. Maybe your right sweety. Enjoy your book."

Sure I was tired. I'm always tired, but I know that dish was empty.

I'd have to use a different approach with Rocky, our oldest son. Maybe the direct approach would work. Lay it on the line, stand firm, and don't let the fish off the hook until you reel him in.

I found Rocky in our home office working on the computer. He had a bewildered and confused look on his face. Maybe I wouldn't have to say a word.

"Dad, I'm having trouble making a sound file work on my web page"
Sound file? Web page? I loved playing around with HTML, gifs, jpegs and links.
"Let old dad take a look at that web page, Rocky."

Thirty minutes later, the music of Glenn Miller filled the room, animated graphics were waltzing across the computer screen, and Rocky sat smiling, drinking it all in.

As I left the room and headed toward the kitchen, I heard Rocky calling after me. "Thanks Dad, and the casserole you made was really good!"

Good Grief! I forgot about the missing casserole caper. I was getting nowhere fast with this investigation. I turned to go back and deal with Rocky when I heard it.

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