"As far as I can tell you're perfectly sane," her therapist told her. "You're just under a lot of stress right now. Did you collect the bread ties like we planned?"
"I did," she answered.
"Great," the therapist said, "how many did you collect?"
"Thousands upon thousands," she answered.
"Did you bring them?" her therapist asked. "Are they in your car?"
"When I went to get them the top was unscrewed from the jar," she explained. "and most of them were gone."
"Someone found them?" her therapist exclaimed.
"I guess," she replied, "most of them. But a few of them were forming a chain over the top on the jar and down the outside."
"You mean like they were helping each other escape?" her therapist asked.
"Like someone wanted to make it look like they were helping each other escape," she explained.
"Someone is sure going through a whole lot of trouble," her therapist added.
"My husband is going through a whole lot of trouble," she empathized.
"But how do you know it's him?" the therapist asked. "He wasn't even there when your whole house got covered up."
"No," she agreed, "but you can bet he paid someone to do it."
When she arrived home she noticed a black SUV parked across the street. As she got out of her and walked to the door car a man got out of the SUV, displayed a badge, and said, "Ma'am, I've got a warrant to search your home. Would you please put your hands on top of your head."
"Search my home," she questioned, "for what?" But before he could answer a half dozen SUVs and police cars came driving up to her home and into her driveway. "Let me call my husband," she demanded.
"You'll get your chance," the officer said. "But first give me your house keys and tell me your alarm code so my men don't have to bust your beautiful doors down."
"I will not," she shouted.
"Have at it, Boys," the officer shouted as several armored officers with a battering ram ran towards her door. "The lady wants us to do things the hard way."
"Wait, wait," she shouted, "those doors are made of imported mahogany. My husband ordered them special for me."
"I thought you'd change your mind," the officer laughed as she handed him her keys. "If someone bought me mahogany doors I'd take good care of them too."
The officers spent hours searching every room of the house, the basements, attics, crawl spaces, every cabinet, closet, nook and cranny only to find nothing but a few bread ties here and there.
Before they finished her husband arrived and later a technician from the local electric utility company came out and replaced their digital electric meter with a newer one. "This might be what caused it," the technician said. "We won't know until they get it back to the lab and open it up. Probably take a couple of weeks to get the results."
"You mean you searched our home and terrified my wife for hours because of a bad electric meter," her husband scolded the police officer.
"I'm sorry, Sir," the officer apologized. "Usually when the power company informs us that a residential property suddenly starts using such large amounts of electricity it's because someone is running a drug lab in the house."
"Think of it this way," another officer said, "just think how much money we saved you on your power bill." Everyone just stared at him. "Or not."
"Sir," the first officer asked, "maybe this isn't the best time but can you tell us what it is with all the bread ties stuck back all over the house?"
"If you can figure that out," her husband answered, "she just might forgive you."
As the last of the police officers drove away she looked at him and said, "That must have cost you a fortune to pull off."
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