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I knew ten days with my mother-in-law would test my patience. I didn’t expect to come home on day five and find our bedroom door leaning against the hallway wall. Grace said her son had nothing to hide from her. Harold barely reacted. He simply took my hand and told me to wait until she went to bed.
There are several things you expect to find missing when you come home from work.
An Amazon package.
The leftovers you were saving.
One sock.
Your bedroom door is not generally on the list.
There are several things you expect to find missing when you come home from work.
I stopped halfway down the hallway.
The doorway was completely empty.
Our door leaned against the opposite wall. The hinges, screws, and doorknob were arranged neatly on the carpet.
Grace had even put the screws in a little row.
The doorway was completely empty.
Apparently, boundary violations could be extremely organized.
My mother-in-law stood inside our bedroom folding Harold’s shirts.
“What did you do?” I asked.
She didn’t turn around.
“You two keep closing yourselves in here like teenagers. It’s ridiculous.”
“What did you do?”
“You took our door off?”
Now she looked at me.
“My son has nothing to hide from me.”
For several seconds, I genuinely couldn’t think of a response.
“This is my bedroom too.”
“And this is my son’s house.”
“You took our door off?”
Actually, Harold and I had bought the house together.
Both names were on the mortgage.
Both names were on the deed.
And both names received junk mail addressed to people who had apparently lived there in 2004.
Both names were on the deed.
But arguing property records with a woman who had just removed a bedroom door felt like starting three miles behind the actual problem.
Grace had been staying with us because a pipe burst in her apartment.
Ten days.
That was the estimate.
Grace had been staying with us because a pipe burst in her apartment.
On day one, I’d been sympathetic.
By day two, I was checking the calendar.
Grace didn’t knock.
The first time she walked into our bedroom, I was changing clothes.
“Oh!”
She didn’t leave.
Grace didn’t knock.
She walked to Harold’s nightstand.
“I need a charger.”
“Grace, I’m changing.”
