“As she’s laying it out on the tissue paper, I take out my purse, open it up, and reach for my VISA card in one seamless, automatic action--but my fingers hit bare leather. I stop in surprise and start to rummage through all the pockets of my purse, wondering if I stuffed my card back in somewhere with a receipt or if it’s hidden underneath a business card...and them with a sickening thud, I remember. It’s on my desk.”