Debbie glances at the cupboard. Those lousy carpenters couldn't even fix a simple door. She sighs, trying to close it.

Squeak!

It opened again. She attempts to close it. Opened, again. "Damn it!" Debbie whispers. She can't cry over a broken cabinet. The stinging in her eyes doesn't matter.

She slams the door repeatedly. The wine bottles fall and break onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.

"Just—close!" She shouts, tears running down her cheeks. The cupboard's door breaks off of it's hinges, and she throws it away.

Debbie sinks to the floor, sobbing. Everything's just too much.