Janice tossed clothes over her shoulder one hand at a time in a rhythm she wasn’t known for.
“Where is it? Oh, come on. I can’t have lost it.” Her dig continued for a few more minutes until her closet was empty.
Standing back, she rested her hands on her hips and panted. If I don’t find his shirt, Jim’ll kill me.
She nearly panicked when the doorbell rang, but she decided to be honest with her boyfriend and answered. Her mouth dropped open at seeing him wearing the shirt. “How?”
“Paul found it in his car.”
“Oh. Well, um…”