He grabbed the storm door and jerked on it.
The storm door groaned as he opened it, and then he was opening the door to the kitchen, breathing the aroma of good food.
The storm door squealed a protest as he left the house, and the porch moaned with each step he took away from her.
She sighed and opened the door, leaving the storm door locked.
She started to shut the door, but he had the storm door open and his foot in the door before she could react.