Anyway, a few days went by and the windows wouldn’t stay closed. I talked to her again, but no dice. Missy views me as a minor annoyance that will someday go away and leave her in peace. She was hot, and she was used to opening windows. Habit. It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?
And then she started opening the windows in our bedroom as well as her bedroom because she liked the crosswind this created. The wind howled down the hall like a good Nor’easter should.
“I’m going to murder your little sister,” I said to The Lovely Marianne.
“Please don’t do that; you’ll go to prison,” she said. “Let’s talk to her again.
Which we did, but this time, Marianne took the lead. Her argument made more sense than mine because it was in Missy’s self-interest, rather than ours. “The man from the oil company called,” Marianne lied. “He said that I have to send him more money this month because the windows are all open. That means that we won’t have any money to give to Jeannette next week, and she won’t be able to take you bowling.” Missy’s eyes waggled furiously. Jeannette is Missy’s companion. She shows up once a week and takes her bowling, or to the movies, or to a social. Marianne had issued the ultimate penalty. Missy was to be grounded due to a double-hung violation. Yikes!
“I close windows,” Missy shouted, and then she waddled off to do just that. And not only did she close them all, she also locked them.
“You see?” The Lovely Marianne said. “You just have to find the right approach. It’s now in her self-interest to keep the house warm.”
“Makes sense,” I said. She smiled.
In the middle of the night, Marianne and I awoke to what felt like 110 degrees Fahrenheit in our bedroom. I thought someone had transported us to the Rain Forest whist we dozed. Marianne growled. I got up and looked at the thermostat, which was pegged all the way to the right.
“Did you turn up the heat?” I asked.