When my father was a baby, like the babies do, he enjoyed sleeping in his crib. One day, my grandmother was tending to her bed and also to his crib. Immediately after, she went on to change my father’s dippers. While she was in the midst of this task, her ring slipped off her finger. Not only that she felt the ring slide off, she clearly saw it come off. She can’t recall hearing even the faintest of thuds, but this may have been due to the fact that the ring was light or that it had landed on the bed rather than on the parquet floor. Be that as it may, the ring was never found.