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A story about AC

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2. AC part 2

12 hours later I had gone through it all, and the water was on again.  My eyes felt like they were on fire, my stomach wanted to jump out and scream at me, and my mouth was dry from not filling my water bottle, but I had done it.  I had made a chance at saving the children without shelter, the only problem was; I still had a lot more work to do and only six hours left, if this was going to work.  Realizing how little time I had, tears of frustration welled in my eyes.  Though it could have been my eyes misting themselves.  Berrp.  Berrrrrp.

        I picked up my phone.

        “Hi,” I said.

        “Brain ditched me,” shrieked the voice of Mona.

        My mom came in with food.  I held up my finger telling mom to not talk.

        “Ann,” exclaimed Mona on the other end.

        “Mona, you better come to my house,” I said quietly, then with no time for Mona to answer I hung up.

        “What was that about?” asked Mom.

        “Mona,” I replied tonelessly.

        “Well this will be a unique conversation,” replied mom.

        “Not like you're invited to eavesdrop,” I hinted.

        “Ok,” said mom walking out. The scary moment when you can’t tell what someone is thinking but you know you should.

 

        Ding.  The door bell.  I had too much on my plate, I thought walking to the door.  First the heat problem now this.  I opened the door and said, “go sit down”.

        Mona darted to my room, and slammed my door. What a day this was becoming.

        “Brain was never going out with you,” I said walking into my room.

        Mona’s mouth worked up and down.

        “He had a girlfriend befor you, and he never broke up with you,” I carried on.

        Mona stared at me.

        “We talked because he was telling me about how he was only helping with homework,” I blabbed.

        “What do you mean,” whispered Mona.

        “The only ression he was with you was to study, not date,” I answered.

        Mona started crying.  What did I expect.  I went and sat with Mona, trying not to worry that she was still mad.

        I got the opposite of what I expected, Mona leaned against me and cried harder.

 

        When she was done I yelled, “the sillies are gone”.

        Silence, then wild laughter.

        “Ok enough,” I said after a while.

        “What,” asked Mona.

        “The air condition problem, we have five hours if we want it to go off,” I explained.

        “Why five hours,” question Mona.

        “I want to meet the fourth dead line,” I replied.

        “What do you want to do caption,” chirped Mona.

        This was the old Mona I liked hanging out with.  “I found this description online,” I started, “people thought it cured the mumps but the first AC unit came out of that idea”.

        “What do we need,” asked Mona perking up.

 

        An hour later we had working personal air conditioner in my room.  “Now we need to get oliver to section eight and install these,” I hollered.

        “Are people going to let us,” asked Mona.

        “All we can do is try,” I replied, “now let’s go”!

       

        I looked at the apartments.  The plan was simple, leave the materials outside doors with instructions on how to set it up.  

        “Ann why am I sweating,” asked Mona.

        “It’s hot,” I said even though I suspected it was because we were nervous.

          “Ann,” whispered Mona as we walked up to the buildings.

        “What,” I replied imasointly.

        “My clothes are sticking to me,” said Mona.

        I snorted.

        And that’s how the night went.  Mona cracking jokes and me giggling.  At the last house I stopped and said, “I am surprised no one has questioned us”.

        “What are you kids doing so late,” yelled an angry voice.

        “Should we run,” asked Mona.

        “We have no reason to,” I answered.

        “What is this junk,” asked a man in his forties hotly.

        “AC units, so less people collapse from heat,” I answered.  Mona was trembling behind me.

        “So you can drill holes in my building!” bombed the man.

        “These work through the window,” I said calmly.

        “Get rid of them,” he exclaimed.

        I got mad and yelled, “Do you not even care about all the children collapsing, why I bet if you had kids you’d want us to put these out”!

        Dead silence.  One minute passed.  Mona started whistling.  Blueish green sprang up.

        “Put them out,” said the man finally.

        Mona and I stood there, too stunned to speak.  The man walked away.

        “Let’s go home,” I said after a while.

       

        “Where were you?” asked my mom when I got home.

        “Community work,” I replied.

        “Good now get dressed we have to leave for grandma’s,” said mom.

        “Why,” I asked.

        “The fourth,” replied mom bluntly.

        After how long I’d been working I was surprised I had the energy to put a dress on.  The car though was where I really got to think.

The man had done nothing good.  Yet he had still let us put the stuff up.  Why?  I would never get to ask or even thank him, but I had the feeling that it was better that I didn’t.  Somethings you just can’t do in this world.  Knowing all would just be bad.  No fun, no curiosity.  Things do happen, in ways.  But you can make anything better, and that’s what I had done with this thing called air conditioning.

 

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