I unlocked the door, held it against her pushing and slipped out so that, for all her peering, she could see nothing. I looked down on her tolerantly.
"Can't adjust your skates?" I asked again.
"Daddy, I've tried and tried and I just can't turn this old key tight enough."
I continued to look down on her.
"Well, Dad-dee, I can't!"
"Tightly enough."
"What?"
"You can't turn this old key tightly enough."
"That's what I say-yud."
"All right, wench. Sit on this chair."