In April 2010 I took a busload full of seniors down to Las Vegas, all the way from Calgary.
Just off the bus on our return home, one of the ladies, Gerda, came to me very upset. She has lost her butterfly broach, something very dear and valuable that she always carries with her. The last time she saw it was before we left Helena that morning. We search the bus and when we did not find it, I contacted the tour operator, in case something turns up. They had their cleaners scan the bus thoroughly, but did not find anything. I posted a notice on the board at our centre, and also put a note in the next newsletter. Nothing turned up.
It was eight months later, when Gerda met up with her brother and sister-in-law. At some point she noticed a similar broach on her sister-in-law’s clothing and told her that she has lost one exactly like it on our bus trip. She said that the last time she saw it was that morning at the hotel in Helena.
Shocked, her sister-in-law told her that she picked this broach up off the lawn outside the very same hotel when her and Gerda’s brother went on a different bus trip a while after ours.
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