When I was a kid, about 10 or 11, we lived across the street from the golf course my daddy worked at.
One day, my mother could not find my 2 y.o. sister. As we had no a/c, the screen door was unlatched, and she could go outside to play. Mother was frantic, she had run all over the yard, and the neighbors', too. She came in and ran to the phone and called my dad. I had no idea why, as I couldn't hear what she said, but I knew something was bad wrong.
In a few minutes, here comes my dad, golfers, and caddies, all running across the street. As the others fanned out in the neighborhood, daddy came running in. Only then did I find out what the hub-ub was about.
"You're gonna have to help us find Julie," he yelled.
"Find Julie? Why? She's sitting right there." She had been sitting, hunched down in the corner of the couch, watching tv the whole time.
Momma had been preoccupied with something, then realized she hadn't heard Julie. She had jumped up, ran through the house looking for her, then outside. She never had said anything to me. And, she never looked our way.
They were, obviously, so relieved. Mother was embarrassed. Daddy hugged her, and said everything was ok. He went outside and hollered at everyone, "She found her. Everyone back to the course!"
Being the loving husband he was, he waited until they were back at the course before he told them what happened.

After all, he didn't want to embarrass her in the front yard. He bought everyone a drink, and thanked them. All in all, it's good be surrounded by good people. Especially when yo momma ain't tunin' in.