Last summer I read Opa Nobody by Sonya Huber. There’s a scene in the book where Huber’s German grandfather, Heina. becomes so exasperated with his mother that he nails shut the door that connects his family’s quarters with his mother’s.
I thought of that today as my husband was pounding nails. For months now, my mother-in-law has been accusing us of messing with her stuff (or if not us, some stranger who is possibly entering her rooms via our quarters). Someone has taken her keys…and then put them back. Someone has put spoiled food in her refrigerator…in her own dishes. Someone has stolen the shampoo she kept under the sink. And so on.
As a desperate measure, my husband has nailed the doors connecting our rooms shut. She can no longer come freely into our house, and we can’t get into her house unless we go to her front door. The thing is, I know that it won’t make much of a difference.