“Where did my book go, Mommy?” asked Emma in the sweetest and most innocent manner conceivable.
“What do you mean, Baba?” was Fehmeen’s response.
Those two questions floated around the crowded bathroom for about twenty seconds until the answer presented itself in the form of an ‘unopenable’ door.
Allow me to elaborate.
When the Picettis packed up the U-Hauls and moved to the City of Good Living (San Carlos) in the Fall of ’08, it became painfully obvious to all that I would not be able to utilize the bathroom facilities as they were originally configured for long. So we bit the proverbial bullet and remodeled the bathroom making it the Taj Mahal of handicap accessible water-closets. In addition to a garage-sized shower and a heated self-cleaning toilet, we also chose to have a pair of sliding pocket doors installed as well.
At this point in the narrative I want to remind you of our initial question which was something along the lines of, “Where did my book go, Mommy?” If the book — which is actually a graphic novel by the name of Invincible (trade paperback #5 for those of you wondering) — was not taking a shower nor was it swimming around the toilet bowl then where was it? The correct response would be in between the pocket and the door, of course. Apparently Emma had slid the square-bound book in the tiny space no wider than a half an inch. And even though I could personally live without that particular book missing from my fabled comic collection, the fact that the door no longer completely closes necessitates its repair.
And try as we might for a decent part of the afternoon, there is no way that we know of to coax that comic-book from its bunkered down hiding spot deep within the wall.
We are most certainly open for any suggestions that you may have to help us solve our little problem.