She took a shower, but couldn’t close the door to the bathroom.
Dad, I can’t close the door.
“I don’t know,” I said, knocking at the door. Leave her unlocked. I will try to fix it later.
“Daddy,” the daughter asked, “where is my towel?”
You understand, I say. I don’t know how to repair the door. Where your towel is, your mother doesn’t know.