Pearl looked at her husband. "After pancakes, you aren't the only one who'll want some explaining!"
"That goes for me, too, Daughter," said Dad. "I can't say that I've ever experienced a morning quite like this in my life before. But one thing seems right, and I agree with Joe...."
"Mother," interrupted Joe, "how about the pancakes?" He stepped over to his father-in-law and whispered in his ear. The older man started, looked at his wife, then grinned. "You're right, son. What she doesn't know, won't hurt her."
"What I don't know, doesn't matter much," she returned, looking at him with a twinkle in her eye.
Joe looked at her. "I guess it doesn't, at that," he said.
Breakfast finished, Joe looked at their bewildered guest.
"I can't tell you who you are, just at this moment," he began, "but when Dad gets the tractor out, we'll go down the road and pull your car out where it's stuck...."
"My car?"
"Yes. It's a Mercury, and your name ought to be on the ownership card fastened to the steering wheel. That'll be a start. Once you know your name and address, you can go on from there. Somehow, you have suffered amnesia. Maybe you had an accident. Anyway, you came rushing in here and caused a commotion, and in the scuffle, you knocked yourself out against the refrigerator."
"Oh. And that's why you were holding me down, and wanting to tie me up?"