The salesman was knocking on the door, and then he stopped knocking, and took the door down, removing the hinge pins by tapping on the bottom of them with a nail, just enough to get a grasp, then pulling with his fingers, then sliding a piece of cardboard under the door and lifting at the knob and the hinge. The door was off. Then he opened his case—this operation was considerably easier—and showed a series of samples to the lady of the house, her husband, their children, a visiting cousin. Products were purchased at the advertised price, after which the youngest son was designated as the pack-mule to carry everything upstairs to people’s rooms. He had to do all of it, and quickly, because his parents were watching. The case was now empty, and the door was returned to the frame, hung from the top hinge, reacquainted with the bottom hinge, repositioned, shut, and latched. “Knock knock,” the salesman said sarcastically. “Who’s there?”
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