Jacob was on one tonight.

As if showing up late and ignoring my calls for hours after work wasn’t enough, he wanted to do everything but answer my questions when he did show up.

I watched him from the kitchen doorway, opening every cabinet and spraying WD-40 on every hinge. They didn't even need it. The first one did when he poured himself a cup of water, but the others were just a waste of time.

“Jacob,” I said exasperatedly. “Leave the hinges alone. They’re ...