That...was a little unexpected. It was also going to cost a lot, and whoever would be out to repair her door was bound to ask questions. Questions she didn't want to answer. Questions that involved whether Mattie should get a restraining order. This was what tumbled through her head in split-second flashes as she stared in shocked silence at the man who'd left three years ago, who now would not go away. 

She wiped her face with the back of her arm, glaring at Nick. She was going to go [i]off[/i] on him... when she got herself together, at least. 

The neighbor took in the entire scene wide-eyed and raised a massive, ancient looking corded telephone, beginning to dial.