I am confused.
I make a habit of bringing some nice chocolate to meetings that are long and tedious, to share out amongst my fellow-sufferers. They like it, and I am not at all above buying friends with candy. You know you are no better than me.
This week I bought a particularly nice bar of imported chocolate. Last thing I remember, two nights ago I had six little squares left of deliciousness. I remember putting it in my purse.
I just went to retrieve the buried treasure and it is gone. I do not remember eating it. I did not give it away. My husband does not go through my purse, nor does he like chocolate much.
I am now sad and lonely. Where did it go? Why did it leave me? What is it doing now? Does it ever think of me?