Not where they end up . Where they are stored .
Later, after she’d opened the old cedar chest in the attic and found not gold but letters—love letters from a man named August, whom no one in the family had ever mentioned—Ellen smiled. She took a fresh sticky note from the box and wrote: where sticky notes are stored
But the yellow note—the one Ellen remembered sticking to her grandmother’s desk the week before she died—had vanished. Not where they end up
Where are sticky notes stored?
Then she looked at the box. At the vacuum. At the closet. She took a fresh sticky note from the
Ellen had torn through the obvious spots: the desk drawer, the kitchen junk drawer, the corkboard by the phone. Nothing. She’d checked the refrigerator (too predictable), the bathroom cabinet (too damp), even the underside of the computer mouse (her grandmother’s old trick). Nothing.