“Uh-huh,” My father mindlessly said while reading the stock market section of the newspaper.

“Who?” I asked.

“No one Jameson. No one at all.” Mother responded. But I knew better. I turned my head slowly to face the door that was never unlocked, “What’s that door go to?” I asked. Father looked over the top of his newspaper to glance at Mother, who paused a moment before scolding, “Jameson, what’s with all these questions? You know what is and isn’t your business. And what that door leads to isn’t your business.” I stared at my almost empty plate before asking, “May I be excused?”

“Yes.”

I got up and tossed my dishes into the sink before bounding up the steps