Only when the HVAC contractor asked if she had noticed some telling signs like strange noises did it occur to her that the electric heat pump had been crying for help for a while.
Lucas awakened Sylvie before six after a rotten night’s sleep. Sylvie changed his diaper, slipped into sweats, and carried him downstairs, where she found Brad snoring on the couch, an empty bottle of her husband’s scotch lying on the floor next to him. It was more than any mortal woman should have to face. Ted, her husband, was still asleep or out on his morning ramble. She collected Lucas’s bottle, bundled him up, and went down the trail to the cabin. Bird calls whistled through the woods, and the redbud outside the back window showed the tiniest hint of pink. Someday she’d be able to appreciate it all, but that morning, she needed to get out and experience the cooling effect her lovely house lacked. The cooling equipment had malfunctioned the previous evening, and her brother, Brad, who was now passed out on their couch, was to look at it. Brad is a cooling technician and was going through a rough patch. Still, that did not excuse his behavior. He had promised to fix the climate control system but embarked on a drinking spree instead. On her way to find her husband, Sylvie called the local service provider. Only when the HVAC contractor asked if she had noticed some telling signs like strange noises did it occur to her that the electric heat pump had been crying for help for a while. After the call with the cooling corporation, she contemplated finding out more about cooling technology, but instead, Sylvie wandered off to where Ted was building a treehouse. When they were all done with breakfast, an HVAC contractor arrived. He worked on the HVAC installation for a while, and when he was done, we had help with indoor comfort. After quality AC service from the cooling specialist, Brad also got around to telling us what was going on in his HVAC business