I was in our beach house the other evening when I heard a car door slam.
I looked outside & saw the Heating, Ventilation & A/C service van in our driveway. I couldn’t figure out why he was at our house. I watched him as the Heating, Ventilation & A/C professional tried peeking through the window. I was wondering if he had the wrong address & was distraught that something had happened. It was early Springtime, but several people were still using their oil furnaces. Maybe the man who called the Heating, Ventilation & A/C company had a gas oil furnace, & he distraught the oil furnace had overcome the buyer with carbon monoxide. All kinds of scenarios were going through our mind, even though I was hesitant to open our door. Finally, the Heating, Ventilation & A/C professional knocked on the door, although he stood slightly to the left of the peephole & I couldn’t quite see him. I left the safety chain on the door & stood to the side as I opened the door. The Heating, Ventilation & A/C tech reached inside & told me he was cold. He wanted to come inside, turn up the control equipment & get warm. He was practically begging for me to let him in. It wasn’t until he yelled at me & called me Sis that I recognized the voice. I could have kicked him when I let him in the house. He hadn’t told me he had gone to Heating, Ventilation & A/C school, & he hadn’t told me he would be dropping by the house. As much as I missed him, I still wanted to beat him senseless, even though I wanted to provide our sibling, the Heating, Ventilation & A/C tech, a hug before yelling at him.