“Mom, the licensed technician already diagnosed the issue. The board is dead.”
“But maybe he overlooked a loose wire! Maybe you can bypass something! You work with wires!”
“I am not going to independently investigate a two-hundred-volt electrical system just because Brooke invited a blogger over for charcuterie.”
Brooke materialized beside Mom, her teeth audibly chattering. “He is not a blogger, Rupert. He is a premier digital personality and a lifestyle visionary!”
“Does this visionary generate massive amounts of British Thermal Units?”
“No!”
“Then today, for all practical purposes, he is a blogger.”
At precisely 3:16 PM, the heavy brass doorbell chimed.
The entire room froze in a tableau of panic. Brooke whipped her head toward the grandfather clock. “He is forty-five minutes early!”
Total chaos erupted. Mom began wrestling herself out of her heavy winter parka, tossing it behind the sofa.
Kyle urgently whispered, “Mom, taking off the coat seems medically ill-advised at this juncture.”
