Chapter 18

His place was on the ground floor, too close to the road for Peter’s taste, but he couldn’t care less about it at the moment. He needed the bathroom, and then he found Ned in the kitchen trying to get his window air conditioning unit to work, but it refused. It growled, groaned, spit out a big blurt of water, and died. They opened all the windows in the one-bedroom apartment, but there was no breeze at all. If only they could have saved some from the storm the previous night. It was hot hot hot, inside and out, though they hadn’t really noticed before as they’d gone from air conditioned buildings to the air conditioned car. Now it was very apparent that it was going to be another one of those 90/90 days, or worse. The humidity factor made it so much worse; to Peter, who was used to steady 80 to 85 and hot but dry sunshine, this felt like twice that. Ugh.