But this is Our House
I'm on knees and elbows, peering under the couch. Husband enters the livingroom.
"Well, hello there!" He happily greets my backside. "Looking for a book?"
I back out and sit up on my knees, blow dust off the book clenched in my hand. "Yup." Stop and consider for a moment, look up at him. "You know, in some homes, people would look for their books on a shelf."