“Hey, Tempeste. Does it seem warm in here?”

“Now that you mention it, yes, it does feel warm.”

“I wonder what’s going on?”

“Maybe Dad forgot to turn on the A/C.”

“Hey, Dad. Did you forget the A/C?”

“No, Twiggy. In fact, it isn’t working.”

“How can that be? It’s brand new.”

“I wish I could tell you. I have a call into the company.”

Tempeste, it looks like we are in for some discomfort.”

“Yeah, I heard. How hot is it?”

Hot enough to convince me not to move around too fast.”

“It’s over 80 degrees in here, Tempeste.”

“Thanks, Dad. I think.”

“Over 80F (26.6 C)  degrees? That is not even civilized.”

“I agree. What are we going to do about it?”

“There’s not much we can do, except try to stay cool.”

“How on Earth do we do that in an oven?”

“I am fresh out of ideas.”

“I wonder if Mom can rustle up some ice cubes.”

“I think that would help, but Mom’s at the store.”

“Staying cool, I suppose.”

“I hope so.”

“She should take us with her.”