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Malinda C Miller
Writer and Teacher
A balky furnace and a dystopian novel helped put the coronavirus shutdown into perspective

“Why didn’t my carbon monoxide monitor go off?” I ask the masked and gloved repairman who has just informed me he is legally required to turn off my furnace.
I’d called for a routine furnace servicing knowing it probably only had a few years of life left, but hadn’t expected this. Frankly, I’d been reluctant to schedule it wondering if I should have anyone from the outside in the house right now.
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