“Did you hear me? You heard me.”

He lay on the couch. “I think we’ve done this before.”

“And we’ll continue to have this until the trash goes out.”

“Can I boycott summer?”

She rolled her eyes. “Look, if you don’t want to do the trash, I’ll do the trash. But if this is going to work, you’ll have to take up the slack somewhere and you can’t use the heat every summer as an excuse.”

“What can I use as an excuse?”

That was the wrong answer, he found, as he had to call a friend to stay the night at when she had kicked him out into the heat.