Imelda had been frantically searching through the house all day. Joe had given her money from their tax refund to put away for a computer for their son's birthday, and now she couldn't remember what she'd done with it. She went to bed feeling anxious, and tossed and turned all night, having weird dreams about needing mittens and gloves and searching for them. She woke up in the morning exhausted and puzzled by her dreams, and then it hit her... running to the storage bin in the back of her closet she pulled out a pair of winter gloves. She was so relieved that she started laughing as she felt the stiffness of folded money in the palm of the glove.
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