I'll Let You Handle That

Jenny called me at work a couple of weeks ago, on one of those gray afternoons when the temperature never rises much above 10 degrees and the dog refuses to go outside.

"I'm freezing," she said. "How do I turn up the heat?"

"In the house, you mean?"

We'd lived in this house for ten years. This was not our first winter there.

"Yeah," she said.

"Okay, do you s…