REBECCA
For an endless moment, I looked at the thermostat, shocked.
59 F.
"I ... I started it, this morning" I stammered, confused. "I swear I did".
“I know, I saw you doing that,” Reiner reassured me, although with a worried look. "It must be broken - I'll give it a look. It's not a gas heater, is it?”
I shook my head. "No, the whole house runs on electricity. Mainly with solar panels. That's all I can tell you."
One of the things I liked most about that house was precisely the electric heating: that way, I didn't risk carbon monoxide leaks. Also, it seemed much easier to handle - I'd never been excellent with the technical management of the house. Sure, I knew how to change a light bulb, tighten a screw, or defrost the freezer ... but I'd always left all the rest in Reiner's capabl
