Third Cousin’s latest girlfriend opens their ancestral home’s double French doors on her second try.
That’s not supposed to happen.
The deceptively light doors are held shut by a notoriously finicky latch. Learning how to jiggle it open is a rite of passage, taught only to those who are a part of the family. Has someone leaked their family secret?
“I’m a professional safe cracker,” the girlfriend shares over lunch, and all three generations sigh so loudly the two family dogs trot in to investigate.
If she figured out how to open the lock on her own, they have a rare opportunity. After the meal, they usher her to the attic, locked by an equally finicky bolt that no one knows how to remove. The girlfriend fiddles with the old metal before giving her verdict.
“I can open this, but I need my tools. I can bring them with me next time.”
All eyes land on Third Cousin , both a wordless threat and a silent plea.
Don’t break up with her!
~End~
Genre: slice of life