The bunch of keys
In most houses there is one person who carries the keys.
Not a neat keyring. A heavy bunch on a loop of thread — the almirah, the terrace door, the lock on a trunk nobody opens, two keys whose locks left the house years ago.
They know which one turns easily and which one needs lifting before it turns. They know it without looking.
It is a small kind of authority, and nobody hands it over formally. It simply moves one day, to whoever is standing there in the morning.
A house can be read by who keeps its keys, and by whether anyone else knows where they hang.
Who carries the keys in your house, and who would know where to find them tomorrow?
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