Robert had replaced that hinge twice because the pantry door sagged.
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“Larry.”
“It’s from your door, Grandma.”
I knew it before he finished lifting it from the bag.
“What happened to my pantry door?”
His chin trembled.
“Mom took it off.”
I looked at Tom.
“What?”
Tom came farther into the room.
“I thought you knew.”
“Knew what?”
“Mom took it off.”
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“Melissa told me this was temporary rehab. She said you’d be here a couple of weeks.”
“That’s what she told me too.”
Larry interrupted.
“She said you’re not coming home.”
The room went still.
“She said that?”
“Yes.”
“She said you’re not coming home.”
Tom pulled over the visitor chair.
“I went to your house this afternoon because Larry wasn’t home when I got there. I found him in your kitchen with a contractor.”
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“A contractor?”
“They’d taken the pantry door down.”
