touch it.
He ignored me.
Twenty minutes later, he admitted the entire heating system had shut down.
A winter storm was coming.
I told him I was driving over.
He told me not to.
So naturally I did.
When I arrived, the house was already cold.
Dad had packed one duffel bag and insisted he would stay at a motel until the repair company could get there.
I refused.
He complained for forty minutes.
Then he climbed into my car.
Because I lived three states away, my visit had already
