The Fear of Losing What the Heat Pump Still Gave
She kept patting the side of the furnace like it was a horse. It was an old gas furnace in a closet off the hallway, thirty-one years old, and it was done. Cracked heat exchanger, which is the line I do not cross. Past that point I am not fixing a furnace, I am gambling with carbon monoxide in somebody's bedrooms. I told her, gentle as I could, that this one had given all it had and it was time to let it go. She did not argue with the facts. She just kept her hand on it and said, but it has always worked. I want to talk about her today, because the thing standing between her and a new furnace…
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