Still holding one of her hands, I opened the refrigerator door.
Slowly, I opened first one, then the other refrigerator door.
She closed the refrigerator door and stood for a moment looking at the two Americans as if trying to make up her mind about something.
Going in there and finding myself too small, still, to open the refrigerator door.
Barbara moved toward the phone, then turned back again as she heard the refrigerator door open.
But I'm at the refrigerator door much of the time too.
All I had to do was open the refrigerator door and both would come running.
He saw a note from his wife on the refrigerator door.
When we reached the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door.
She shut the refrigerator door and came over to the table.
