He shut it.

He opened the cupboard over the refrigerator that has never held anything but flour, and shut that too.

“You want something, Gary?”

“Looking for my tape measure.”

“Your tape measure is in the truck.”

He set the drill case down on the coffee table, which he knew I didn’t like, and let out a long breath.

“I want you to know I’m not trying to make this hard on you.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he had it out before the second buzz.