Fixing the AC and cooling tempers
The house was eighty-four degrees when I walked in. That number matters. Not because eighty-four is the hottest house I have ever walked into. It is not. I have walked into houses that felt like attics. I have walked into homes where the thermostat had quit trying to explain itself and the customer had quit trying to be polite. But eighty-four was the number in this house, and everybody inside had been living with it for two days. The husband met me at the door and said the system had been running nonstop. The wife was in the kitchen with a glass of ice water, standing still like movement…
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