"Story of our lives," I said, coming over. The drawer had rattled encouragingly. I took the handle and pulled. It was stuck. "Suddenly, I'm reminded of Mom's kitchen." I gave the drawer another pull. "Sometimes you have to shake it just right..." I rattled, and pulled, hard.

The drawer came unstuck, then, and shot out of the cabinet in my hand. The contents rained down on the floor with a tremendous metallic clatter.

I looked at Bella, the drawer dangling from its handle in my hand. "Well... Oops. I guess we don't need to sneak, anymore."

If anybody was in the house, they heard that!