They made short work of it, then left Jo to put the suitcases away in the closet, while he and Wheat went down to get the hamburgers on the grill.
“Morrison.” Mrs. Dupuis frowned when she saw him. “Why is it so hot in here? I’m surprised you haven’t turned on the central air. If your father wasn’t so ill, he would have taken care of that as soon as we arrived.”
Wheat turned pale, and Laurie’s heart ached for him. The cottage wasn’t super-hot. Was a malfunctioning internal thermostat another sign of the disease?
“I’m sorry, Mother,” Wheat said in a gentle tone. “We don’t have power for the air conditioner.”
“But your father called Mrs. Rodriguez and told her to prepare the cottage. Surely she got the generator working.”
“She didn’t. I’m afraid she might not have been well enough to dri
