The Girl Who Hid It in Her Shoe

There are probably two in your kitchen drawer right now.

It was bent slightly from being walked on for two and a half miles.

“I hid it in there,” Charlotte said, holding it out to me on her flat palm.

And I said the least intelligent thing I said all afternoon, which was, “Why did you hide it in your shoe?”

She looked at me like I was slow.

“Because he checks our pockets.”