Not the handle.
Not a hinge.
The entire door.
He had removed it while she was asleep.
For several seconds, none of us moved.
Grace stood barefoot in the hallway wearing a pale blue nightgown, her gray hair flattened on one side, one hand clutching the fabric at her throat.
Her face went from pale to pink to furious.
Harold casually leaned the door against the wall.
“Better, right?” he said.
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing.
Grace stared at him.
“What did you do?”
Harold looked at the empty doorway behind her.
“A family shouldn’t need so many barriers.”
Her mouth fell open.
I had never seen Grace speechless before.
It lasted about three seconds.
“Put that back!”
Harold blinked.
“Why?”
“Because that is my room!”
“Our guest room,” he corrected.
“I am sleeping there!”
“And?”
“I deserve privacy!”
Harold tilted his head slightly.
That was when I understood what he was doing.
He wasn’t angry.
If he had been angry, Grace would have known exactly how to fight him.
Instead, he was calmly repeating her own logic back to her.
Grace pointed at him.
“This is completely different.”
“How?”
“I’m your mother.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re my son.”
She seemed to think those facts settled the argument.
Harold simply waited.
Grace’s face tightened.
“I cannot believe you would humiliate me this way.”
That word changed his expression.
“Humiliate you?”
“Yes!”
Harold glanced at me.
Then back at her.
“Interesting.”
Grace crossed her arms.
“Put the door back. Now.”
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