What Easter means to me
I dropped a piece of egg-shaped candy behind the couch. I rifled through the games and blankets below the couch, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I moved the couch out away from the wall and poked through everything again. I tossed the couch cushions aside, but nothing. I gave up, put everything back where it belonged, and then noticed the little candy sitting under the end table.
“Jesus Christ,” I said.