like he could be blown away by a draft.
He looked away, shame painting his cheeks redder than the cold did.
“The bill came yesterday,” he whispered.
“What bill?”
“The electric. They raised the rates again. And the oil…” He gestured vaguely to the radiator. “We thought if we just kept the lights off… if we kept the heat low during the day…”
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