“Well, you’ll just have to go find them, won’t you?”

I sighed. This was a nice restaurant—maybe a bit too nice to bring a four year old. But, it had been a year since we had seen them. It had been a fantastic year.

But, she was right. Well, they weren’t under the table. I had taken Aaron to the bathroom about half an hour ago. Did he take them off there? Could I have walked him back not noticing his bare feet?

As I stepped into the men’s room, I started to look under the sinks… no shoes. I was starting to look under the doors of the stalls when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Oh, crap. He thinks I am some kind of sleazy congressman or something. I turn around, and…

“Mr. Raddow, you’re a hard man to find. You’re needed at Oak Ridge.”

I thought of the clever things to say… like “obviously not hard enough” or “that was the idea”, but these guys didn’t care for clever. I’m thankful that they gave me two minutes to say goodbye to Sofia and Aaron.

No one knows where his shoes ended up.