Summer propped herself against the pillows. Despite her name, her disposition was far from sunny. The trailer was cold and stuffy. Although she was wearing an orange Budweiser sweatshirt and a pair of thick woolen tights, she could not get comfortable. She could light a fire, but they lived in a trailer, and a fireplace was out of the question. Summer glanced at the thermostat and felt a twinge of alarm. It was barely nine o’clock, and by the time it got to midnight, it would be so cold even the blankets could not help. Summer knew the furnace was old and hanging for dear life, but they could not afford a new HVAC installation. They avoided anything that had to do with the heating dealership, not out of sheer ignorance but because their list of bills was a mile long and putting the next meal on the table was, at the time, more important than the heating device. After all, it worked at times, and that would suffice. Summer, however, had a feeling that if the heating company did not call for heater maintenance, winter would be miserable, which was to say something given their current situation. The following day she called the heating dealer. Summer haggled with the HVAC professional until she made sure she got a good discount on the heating repair. The heating technician did not say it, but he only agreed once she gave him the address. Summer hated when people pitied her, but at the moment, if pity was how she could get the electric heater fixed, then so be it. The heating dealer arrived a little late, but he did an impressive job which was more than summer had hoped for.