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“Wow, it’s cold out there,” my husband said, shutting the back door behind him, blowing on his red hands and shaking snow from his boots. It was another bitterly cold Sunday night here in the Adirondacks in upstate New York.

 

“How’s the fuel in the tank?” I asked, my stomach knotting. He’d gone out to check on the level for our furnace. And I knew we hadn’t replenished it for a while.

 

“I put the dipstick in and measured. We’ve got just four inches of fuel left,” my husband said.

 

“Four inches!” I exclaimed. “That will never last a whole week.” And it would be at least that long before we could afford to order more fuel. Like so many other families, we were struggling to make ends meet.

 

It sure didn’t help that the weather forecast called for frigid temperatures and snow, snow and more snow.

 

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