Once upon a time, when my daughter was innocent (as in age 10) she made a series of cat ornaments. They had various themes with little attributes attached. She sold some for a song, and I kept a few, too. One customer commissioned her to make a ‘bookworm” cat, and paid in advance.
Summer dutifully created the cat and it was my job to deliver it. Despite my best efforts, I had a very difficult time contacting the customer. In good faith, I placed the ornament in the glove compartment of my car, somehow believing I would eventually find the rightful owner of the cat.
When my car was totaled in a flood four years ago, I transferred the ornament to the glove compartment of the new car. Now and then the cat would surface, and I would wonder how and wish I could find its cat lady.
Last night, possibly 10 years after “Bookworm Cat” was created, I encountered that customer. She promised to stay put while I went to retrieve the cat. Transaction complete!