I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
“I just spent 10 minutes looking for my glove,” he said when he came downstairs.
“You need gloves on a day like this,” I said. The morning was snowy and cold.
“I had just had it, and then I couldn’t find it. I could only find one of them,” he went on.
“Did you ever find it?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered laughing.
“And where was it?” I asked.
“On my hand.”