“Well, I… I got turned around. These big houses can be so confusing. So many doors!” She gave a nervous laugh.
“Though while I’m here, I noticed your dresser could use some organizing. I’d be happy to show you my method sometime…”
That night, I told Richard everything after she left.
“Rich, your mother was going through our personal stuff! Our private documents!
Our drawers!” I was pacing back and forth in our bedroom. “This isn’t okay! What was she even looking for?”
“Come on, Katie,” he said.
“I’m sure she was just confused. Mom wouldn’t do that. She probably just got lost looking for the bathroom.”
“Lost?
This isn’t the first time she’s done this, and you know it. Enough is enough! I’m installing a lock on our bedroom door.
The same kind we put on the home office.”
I need to lock the door, I reminded myself.
However, I couldn’t find the key anywhere. I looked for it for about 30 minutes before Richard confessed he had it.
“Okay, fine,” I said. “On one condition.
Let me put some glitter on the doorknob. If your mom doesn’t try to get in, there won’t be any problem, right?”
He agreed, probably thinking I was being ridiculous.
We ran upstairs and saw Monica standing in front of our bedroom door, covered head to toe in golden glitter.
“You!” Monica was looking like a furious disco ball.
“You did this on purpose! Richard, look what your wife did to me!”
Sally gasped, rushing to her mother’s side.
“Katie, how could you? Mom, your new cashmere sweater! It’s ru:ined!”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Well, Monica, if you’d used the guest bathroom like a normal person, this wouldn’t have happened. Why were you trying to get into our bedroom again?”
“Katie, this is too much,” Richard intervened. “You went way too far.”
“I have never been so humiliated in my life!” she cried.
“Sally, we’re leaving.
And Richard, you need to have a serious think about the kind of woman you’ve married!”
“The kind of woman who protects her privacy?” I shot back. “Maybe you need to think about why you’re so obsessed with snooping through our bedroom!”
He confronted me and was too upset about what I had done.
“That was completely unnecessary,” he said.
“You embarrassed my whole family. Mom’s probably going to be finding glitter in her hair for weeks.”
