I open a window to get some fresh air, and she turns up the thermostat. I tell her to wear a sweater, and she says, “That won’t warm the air I have to breathe.” When she clamps an icy hand to the back of my neck, I jump and shudder, and she laughs. I decide to make her an appointment with an endocrinologist. Meanwhile, I sit on the porch, drinking lemonade.
Credit: This piece originally published at Paragraph Planet.
Oskar Greenblatt is a retired software developer.
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