The door was locked. Duh! I had remembered my keys. But could I open the very heavy door. On the way out I had simply pressed the handle down. Pushed the door open. Fairly easy. Besides I had the hunger driving me.
But pulling the door might be another thing. I had to try. How else could I get in? I inserted my front door key. Twisted it to the right. Braced my left hand and my cane against the left hand door. Pulled the right hand door towards me. Christ! It moved slowly. It was bloody heavy. Half way through its travel I switched my hand. From pulling the handle to pushing the back of the door. About two feet above the handle. I limped through the door. Turned left. Into the corridor. Limped along it. Passed the laundry. Someone was doing laundry. I could smell the putrid stink of fabric softener. Turned left.
Faced the door to the stairwell. Opened the door. To the right. Limped into the landing area. Now it was not a challenge I faced.
It was a dilemma.
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