The Red Hearth-Road

The next time you shut a door in my face like that, I'm going to walk out of this house, and I won't come back. That's simple enough, isn't it? He wished he had followed his original plan and walked home. There seemed to be no escaping the contentiousness and disagreeableness in this house. All the time he was making mistakes and tripping over himself, he could see through the glass to that other path that was also his own. On that path there were no mistakes, and he did only the right thing and did it at the right time. And he knew how to deal with everything, and he walked like a man who was in command