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throw them in the laundry room floor.  I quickly make myself a sandwich for supper and one to take to work the next day.  I grab the green food coloring out of the cabinet and dropped a few drops in different spots onto the sandwich bread.  HA! I bet that will stop them from stealing my sandwich.
    Work is work but I stay busy and Friday is here before I know it.  “Oh my lord! You cleaned your room!” Jessie exclaims when he walks in my room still wearing his airline training uniform.
    “Yeah, and speaking of cleaning, what in the world did you do with some of my stuff as I still can’t find it anywhere.”
    “I didn’t do anything with your stuff,” he says as he put his hands on his hips.
    I frown as I argue. “Well you moved some of my stuff. You picked up my clothes and put the hamper in front of the washer before you left last week.”
    He shakes his head. “Girl, I didn’t do anything with your stuff and I didn’t have time to put stuff in a hamper so I don't know what are you talking about.”
    Worry fills my chest. “Don’t joke like that, please,” I beg.
    When he says, “I’m not joking,” I stare at him waiting for him to smile but he never does.
    Tears start to fill my eyes and I feel sick on my stomach. “Swear to me, because I’m starting to freak out.”
    He sits on the bed beside me, staring at me like I am crazy. “What in the world are you talking about?”
    “Jessie, all week things have been moved around and I can’t find stuff like my hairdryer or my earrings granny gave me, and I swear to you, it seems like somebody has used my coffee maker.”
    Now he’s looking at me like I’m trying to play a joke. When I don’t smile his face changes and I know he finally believes me. “Are you sure you didn’t forget you moved any of that like when sometimes you drive and don’t remember ending up where you did because you were in deep thought?”
    “Maybe on moving some items but, seriously, I wouldn’t remember picking up my clothes?”
    “Yeah you have a point there,” he nods then asks, “Have you told your parents?”
    “No, and you’re not going to either.  They’ll insist I stay with them or have me committed.”
    “Do you think someone is playing a prank on you?”
    “I thought the exact same thing but how would they get in the house? You’re the only one besides my parents who have a key.”
    “Good point. Are you sure you're locking your doors?”
    “Yeah, I’m even locking the dead bolts now.”
    “Yeah, it took me five minutes to figure out to try unlocking the dead bolt. I kept locking and unlocking the door and pushing on it.”  I burst out laughing imagining him standing at the door pushing on it. He laughs, too, then says, “How about this, let’s look for your stuff. Maybe it got moved or fell behind something, you never know, and while we’re at it we can clean.”
    I pout at the thought of cleaning. “Don’t you think you should save yourself for cleaning up after all those passengers?”
    “I have several more weeks to rest before I have to do that, now get up and let’s find your stuff,” he orders playfully.
    We get up and start looking for my missing items. “I found my hairdryer under the sink behind the towels,” I yell out.  He walks into my bedroom, and holds his arm out with his hand in a fist. I reach out and he drops my earrings into my hand.  “OH! You found them! Where were they?”
    “In the kitchen behind the microwave. Did you take them off when you were doing dishes or something?  Prima could have knocked them back there.” 
    I thought a minute. “I might have, these always pinch my ears.  We’ve found everything but that doesn’t explain about my laundry basket or the coffee,” I say, still worried.
    “I don’t know what to tell you on that one. That is weird. Maybe your granny’s ghost is tired of you living like a pig.”
    I roll my eyes. “That’s not funny and I don’t believe in ghosts. Besides, if