Last week, I left our fifteen-year-old child house while I went shopping.
I needed someone at the home when the HVAC serviceman arrived.
She was concerned that she couldn’t go shopping, but it was just for groceries. I told her I would be gone for only an minute. I concerned she would be so concerned that if the HVAC tech arrived, she would ignore him. My child could be horrible when she wanted to be. As it was, when I got home, she was hiding in her bedroom. I asked if the HVAC tech had arrived. She said she was outside right now, despite the fact that I shouldn’t go out there. She thought a werewolf was toiling on our air conditioning unit. She told me she wasn’t on drugs, but the woman looked like a werewolf. I had to look outside. There was a young lady with long curly hair, a while beard and mustache, and heavy eyebrows. I didn’t recognize she was an HVAC serviceman. My cousin hadn’t told me she was house from university. I said hello to him and asked if she needed a bottle of water, then went back inside. She was a cousin about five unattachd, but her Dad and I were nice friends. I called our child down and told her the werewolf said she was almost done with the AC unit. When I said she was related to him; her mouth dropped open, and she ran to the mirror. I promised her it skipped a generation, but it was less usual among the girls. My cousin, the HVAC tech, brought me the bill. She looked at our child and told her they were both in the same generation.