"'Have you seen our love?' I asked calmly.
'Have you seen our love anywhere?' He echoed.
Then we panicked.
'It must be somewhere. You've hidden it.'
'No, I swear I haven't. You had it last, anyway.'
'Oh did I? You mean you had it last and now you've lost it and wont admit it.'"
(from 1. Kindness Itself, Happiness Itself, and Delphiniums, in Intensive Care, by Janet Frame)