The high beams of Anna’s headlights could barely penetrate the dark, swirling chaos of the winter season blizzard, plus the windshield wipers on her aged Kia were no match for the storm’s wrath that had hit the island.
It’s only a little snow,” she told the oversized purple suitcase wedged into the passenger seat.
“Just because it feels like the end of the world doesn’t mean it is.” An icy blast rocked the car, plus the branches of the aged fir trees hovering over the unpaved road whipped like witches’ hair. Anna decided that anybody who believed in hell as a fiery boiler had it all wrong, hell was this bleak, hostile winter season island. By the time she got to the household that was once her Nana’s, she had said every prayer she knew. The farmhousehold was so moderate plus cozy that Anna nearly cried with a sigh of relief… JerME had even lit the fireplace so that it would be welcoming. Two weeks before, JerME, the house’s part owner, had called Anna to ask which heating component she favorite. JerME was at the heating supplier to purchase heating component at the time. The farmhousehold was long overdue for a new HVAC upgrade. Anna said the first thing that came to mind was an electric heater. After consulting with the HVAC professional, JerME decided on the same. The heating supplier told him all she needed to know, including when to contact the heating dealership for maintenance. Anna smiled when she saw the exact temperature control she had recommended. She remembered JerME filling her in on the signs to look out to call the heating specialist for heating repair. Anne had no idea why her Grandmother left the household to the two of them, but she was grateful so far.