"Why you did my dear, about a week ago".   His eyes shimmered ever so slightly as he met her gaze.<br/><br/>"I'm not surprised you don't remember" he continued.<br/>"You can in almost floating about, giddy about something, and deposited a box of items with me for consignment."<br/>"I believe you said you just needed to get rid of some things. Perhaps in all the levity you forgot. You certainly were<br/>on the bounce that day.  If you don't mind me saying so."<br/><br/>Noting the grip on the hat, he added "If the hat was not meant to be in the box, you can certainly have it back.<br/>I've had no inquiries about it, although most of the rest of the items have sold."<br/><br/>"I did not expect you back until later in the week.  I believe you scheduled an appointment to drop of more things on..."<br/>He pulled out a small black appointment book and carefully thumbed through the pages.<br/>"Yes here it is Wednesday at 2, right at tea time I remember saying..."<br/><br/>