So, a week ago, I had a scary experience with someone repeatedly knocking on my door--and on my kitchen window--at night. Turns out, it was just my next-door neighbor, come to explain why her daughter was screaming bloody murder the day before, but at the time, I was too scared to answer the door.
The next day, Mom and Dad came to Stockton for my Brahms concert, and Daddy, being, well, Daddy, installed a latch on my door. I love it.
Before installing this, I only had a dead bolt, and now, I feel a little bit more secure. And that's a good thing.
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