The heating dealer told him all he needed to know, including when to contact the heating dealership for maintenance
The high beams of Anna’s headlights could barely penetrate the dark, swirling chaos of the winter blizzard, and the windshield wipers on her ancient Kia were no match for the storm’s wrath that had hit the island. It’s only a little snow,” she told the oversized red 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, and the branches of the old fir trees hovering over the unpaved road whipped like witches’ hair. Anna decided that anybody who believed in hell as a fiery furnace had it all wrong. Hell was this bleak, hostile winter island. By the time she got to the house that was once her Nana’s, she had said every prayer she knew. The farmhouse was so warm and cozy that Anna nearly cried with a sigh of relief. Jermaine had even lit the fireplace so that it would be welcoming. Two weeks before, Jermaine, the house’s part owner, had called Anna to ask which heating device she preferred. Jermaine was at the heating company to purchase heating equipment at the time. The farmhouse was long overdue for a new HVAC installation. Anna said the first thing that came to mind was an electric heater. After consulting with the HVAC professional, Jermaine decided on the same. The heating dealer told him all he needed to know, including when to contact the heating dealership for maintenance. Anna smiled when she saw the exact thermostat she had suggested. She remembered Jermaine filling her in on the signs to look out to call the heating technician for heating repair. Anne had no idea why her grandmother left the house to the two of them, but she was grateful so far.