Chapter 32 - nora learned privacy did not have to hide danger
Nora began closing her bedroom door more often.
Normal sixteen-year-old behavior.
My nervous system disagreed.
Closed doors had become connected with missed information.
Secrets.
Things happening while I thought everything was fine.
One Saturday Nora came downstairs.
“Did you go in my room?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Laundry.”
“You moved my notebook.”
I had.
Barely.
She looked furious.
“I need privacy.”
Old Everett wanted to say:
My house.
My rules.
Traumatized Everett wanted to say:
Secrets are dangerous.
Better Everett asked:
“What rule do you want?”
“Knock.”
“Even if you’re not there?”
“Yes.”
That felt ridiculous.
Then I remembered Marissa’s desk.
Nora taking Laurel’s letter.
All the questions about who had rights to private spaces.
We agreed.
I knocked.
Nora sometimes said no.
Civilization survived.
Privacy was not automatically concealment.
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A closed door could simply mean a teenager did not want her father touching notebooks.
Revolutionary.
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