I went into the kitchen, reached for the fridge door, then stopped.
Reason one: the fridge door was not wide enough.
Just like her mother's fridge door when it swung shut.
Rather than open the fridge door, she had thrown his food away.
I have noticed our fridge door being open rather more than it, you know, just somehow not properly closed.
In the kitchen, she opened the fridge door and peeked inside.
The fridge door was right next to his face.
He heard her moving around in the kitchen, water running, the fridge door being opened and closed.
Fiona shut the fridge door with more than necessary force.
Then he took one can, closed the fridge door, and opened the beer.
