“I’m making it safer.”
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“By removing a pantry door?”
“Your son brought me a hinge in his school backpack.”
“It swings into the walkway. You could catch your cane on it.”
“I don’t use a cane.”
“You might.”
I closed my eyes.
That was Melissa now.
Not solving the problem I had.
Solving every future problem she could imagine before I got a vote.
“I don’t use a cane.”
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“What else have you changed?”
“Nothing permanent.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
She exhaled.
“I moved some things. That’s all.”
“Put the pantry door somewhere safe.”
“I already did.”
“What else have you changed?”
That stopped me.
“You didn’t throw it away?”
“Of course not.”
Her answer sounded offended.
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For a second, I didn’t know what to do with that.
“You didn’t throw it away?”
Then I asked the question that had been bothering me since the drive.
