a clear locking thermostat cover.
Ten minutes and a screwdriver later, the thermostat was set at seventy-two and protected by a plastic box.
Harper discovered it within an hour.
I heard the cover rattling before I heard her voice.
“Georgia!”
I stepped into the hallway carrying laundry.
“What?”
“Why is there a lock on the thermostat?”
“Because the electric bill was three hundred dollars last month.”
“I’m sweating.”
“The house is seventy-two degrees.”
“I need it colder.”
“Then buy a portable unit for your bedroom. Just have David pay me
