“Let me out!”
“What’s the magic word?” he asked, chuckling as he leaned back in his wheelchair and settled in while the woman who’d been foolish enough to get herself locked in a linen closet continued to try to break the door down.
“Bret,” she snapped, which of course was not the magic word so he had no choice but to ignore her.
“I’m not kidding!” she added a minute later.
“Really?” he asked, looking for something that he could wedge under the door to keep her locked in so that he could take a break, maybe grab a soda and a sandwich, watch a movie or two before fitting in a nap for the afternoon, but unfortunately there was nothing within reach that he could use.