“We can talk after you fix my door that you broke.”
I close the door to my bedroom behind me and make my way to the dresser, pulling out pajamas. I hear voices from the other room and try to focus on what I can hear.
“Robert, can you send someone to fix the door?” I hear Audrey ask.
I’m about to call out that Seth can fix it himself when I hear Seth say that he’ll do it, if someone will bring him a new door. Well, at least there’s that. I go use the restroom, wash my face and brush my teeth. I go to change clothes and manage to get the buttons on my shirt undone, which seems like a small miracle, but I’m unable to unhook my bra myself.
Can you send mom in here? I ask my brother.
Yeah. Are you alright?
I’m fine Robbie. I just can’t get out of my clothes with my damn finge
