A Disquieting Interruption

(I’m in the living room, writing a piece of fiction at the computer when my mother comes in with a bag of garbage.)

Mom: *whispering* “[My Name], would you open the door for me?”

Me: *whispering back* “Okay, but why are you whispering?”

Mom: “I was afraid you’d moan at me if I interrupted you to get up and help me.”

Me: “And whispering it makes it less of an interruption?”