“There’s a giant spider,” I called as I was pulling the bathroom door shut behind me. “Oh!” I cried.
“What’s wrong?” came Erin’s voice from around the corner. “Did the spider jump up?”
“No,” I said, puzzled. “I just broke the doorknob…and I’m bleeding.” I examined the doorknob. It was made of some sort of ceramic and had sheared off at the neck.
Jamie came around. “You are bleeding! Are you okay?”
“There’s a bit of blood but it’s a small cut. Look at this!” I handed the snapped doorknob to him. “How weird is that?”
“Yeah, that is a bit strange!” Jamie put his finger on the stump of the doorknob left on the door. I kept my eye on the spider less than a metre away.
“God! It’s cut me too!” Jamie exclaimed. He showed me the thin red lines of blood on his index finger and thumb. “That’s a bloody razor blade! I barely touched it.”
“We’d better fix it up so no one else gets cut.”
For a while, Jamie and I debated about the best method for removing the stump or sealing the door. In the mean time, Erin had gone into the bathroom, come out and wrapped a face towel around the stump.
“How’s that?” she asked.
Jamie and I stopped in surprise.
“Yeah.” Jamie nodded appreciatively. “That’ll do it.”
We all stood there marvelling at her handiwork.