The Heat Pump Curse He Invented to Feel in Control
He met me in the driveway holding a spiral notebook, and every page in it was a timestamp. This was late July, the week Kingfisher sat above a hundred for four days running. Brick ranch from the eighties on a gravel road west of town, single story, the first house this couple had ever owned. Three-week-old baby inside. Her parents had driven up from Texas to help with the baby, so there were four grown people and a newborn in a house built for two. The air conditioner had quit three times in six days, and every time it quit the house was at eighty-four inside the hour. He had it logged…
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