"Anything else?" I asked.
"No, no. That's all."
"Perfect. Good night." I swung the door shut in his face.
Jane stifled a laugh with her hand.
"Why are all building supervisors such goobers?" I asked. "It must be a part of the job description. Non-goobers need not apply."
This time Jane didn't bother to cover her laugh.
"I'm glad I'm getting a door, but I'm kind of bummed too." She stepped into my arms, and it already seemed as if that was exactly where she belonged.
"Well, I could always walk through your door again."