I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Who was in our house? Why was a stranger here?
Me: He’s not a stranger. He’s a friend. He’s been here before. You’ve seen him.
Stella: Why was he here messing with the tiny room in the hall that no one ever uses?
Me: That tiny room is the heater closet. He is a professional heater repair guy. He was checking out our heater to make sure it is okay.
Me: When the big oak tree hit the house, it could have shaken the heater up. We needed to make sure that the heater is safe.
Me: Because we’re going to have to turn it on.
Me: You’ll know when you go out in the morning.
Stella: A secret? Lady Human! What have you planned?
Me: It’s not really a secret and, believe me, I didn’t plan a 42-degree temperature drop, but we will see it by morning.
Stella: One of those days when the water outside turns to stone?
Me: That’s one way of putting it.
Stella: Well, break out my boots, but absolutely no hats of any kind.
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