Why a Rare Disaster Scared Her More Than the AC Problem She Lived With
She met me at the front door wearing her winter coat, inside her own house, and the first thing she said was, "I shut it off before it could blow up." It was the first hard cold snap of the year, one of those November mornings when the wind comes across the wheat and finds every gap in a house. Brick ranch, built sometime in the seventies, gas furnace in the hall closet. She lived alone. Retired, sharp, kept a tidy house, and she was scared to death of that furnace. The night before, the furnace kicked on and she heard the burners light. Then they went quiet. Then they lit again. Then quiet…
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