The gate lasted less than a day before the family stopped treating it like a novelty.
By Thursday afternoon, people were already crossing between the yards without thinking about it.
Luke used it to transport snacks.
Phil used it to "borrow" tools he technically already owned.
Haley used it constantly for reasons she stopped pretending to justify.
At this point, she mostly just appeared inside the house whenever she wanted.
Sotis through the front door.
Sotis through the backyard.
Once through the kitchen window purely because Luke dared her.
Claire blad the gate imdiately.
"This was civilization's final mistake," she muttered while walking through it carrying coffee Friday morning.
...
She didn't even knock first herself.
Gael looked up from the kitchen island as she stepped inside wearing workout clothes and mild irritation.
"Phil bought industrial hedge clippers."
"That sounds threatening."
"He said the bushes lacked life."
Claire set her coffee on the counter before noticing the open laptop and paperwork spread across the island.
"You're actually working."
"You're surprised."
"You own crypto and investnt properties. I still expect you to spend most days shirtless beside a pool."
"That feels weirdly judgntal."
"That's statistically accurate."
Gael laughed quietly while Claire wandered farther into the kitchen comfortably.
Interesting shift.
Three days ago this was:
Gael's new house.
Now Claire was already:
opening cabinets,
moving around naturally,
and complaining about Phil like she lived there part-ti.
New level of normalization.
Then she opened the fridge.
Paused.
"…Why do you have absolutely no real food?"
"That's subjective."
"You own six different protein drinks."
"Nutrition."
"You're not even twenty."
"That's not a counterargunt."
Claire shook her head while grabbing water from the fridge like she had every right to.
The open gate had erased formality almost instantly.
And now the house felt less like:
the neighbor's place
and more like:
additional family territory.
Then Haley appeared through the gate carrying sunglasses and imdiate chaos.
"There you are."
Claire pointed toward her daughter instantly.
"You literally crossed the yard to announce your existence."
"Yes."
Haley walked straight toward Gael and stole his coffee without hesitation.
Claire noticed imdiately.
"You both keep doing that."
"Doing what?" Haley asked innocently.
"Sharing drinks like emotionally codependent raccoons."
Haley physically groaned.
"No. The word spread again."
Gael smiled faintly while Haley slid onto the stool beside him.
Then her eyes moved toward Claire standing in the kitchen.
Because suddenly her mother being inside Gael's kitchen didn't feel unusual anymore.
And maybe that realization hit Haley at the sa ti it hit everyone else:
the gate changed things faster than expected.
Claire seed to notice the shift too.
She glanced once toward the open backyard gate still swinging lightly behind Haley.
Then around the kitchen.
Then back toward Gael.
"…This got normal weirdly fast."
The honesty in the sentence settled quietly through the room.
Nobody argued with it.
Because she was right.
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