Mrs. Other Neighbor just called. It's Friday evening. She asked if we were missing a bicycle. I had no idea, so I asked Quinn, "Hey, Quinn, are we missing a bicycle?"
He said, "Yeah. We've been missing Dad's bike since about Saturday. I couldn't find it after I got done delivering Christmas treats around the neighborhood."
I told him to go pick it up at Mrs. Other Neighbor's house. It's been there since last Saturday.
The boy may never get to borrow the car. Ever.
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