15. iPod
"Where did you put it last?" Elizabeth continued to tear apart the sofa, tossing the wide cushions behind her in an effort to find Will's wedding ring.
"I just had it." Will was pacing from the kitchen to the dining room to the study. One hand was tangled in his brown hair and the other pointing at various objects as if they were the culprit in the case of the missing wedding band.
"Well, baby, when did you take it off?"
"It was…" Will stopped abruptly, his eyes roving the room. "Maybe it's in the bathroom."
Elizabeth continued turning the living room upside down, attacking the armchair to the sounds of Will raiding the bathroom cabinet. She could hear him muttering in irritation until there was a deafening crash. There was dead silence for a full minute.
"Baby?" Elizabeth straightened.
"Everything's fine." He appeared a moment later, stomping over to closet, yanking out a broom and dustpan, and vanishing back into the bathroom.
Elizabeth sank down amongst the cushions, knowing that Will would tell her what was broken soon and trying to force her brain to think of places his ring could be.
There was a soft sigh as Will reentered the room, the remains of their toothbrush holder in the dustpan. He dumped the shards of glass in the trashcan before slumping down next to his wife.
"I just don't know where I put it, Elizabeth."
"Did you check the bedstand?"
"Uhuh."
"The kitchen counter?"
"Uhuh."
They sat together in dismal silence, each racking their brains for possibilities. Suddenly, Will bolted up, darting for the bookshelf.
He shuffled through some things lying in a basket on the shelf and turned back to Elizabeth with a triumphant look on his face. "Look!" he pulled out something that was much too large to be his wedding ring. "My ipod!"