"The knocker." She doesn't hesitate to say it. "I've accepted that the electricity has a mind of its own. When it wants to work, it works." She's almost kidding. Or trying to sound like it, at least. "But I can't get that thing off the door, no matter how much I try."

And she's tried. For years, she's tried. Ever since she was thirteen and, technically, mistress of the house. Yet, it refuses to budge, and her uncle merely chuckles when she makes her attempts.