When my boyfriend left six months ago, he was going to join the carnival and send us some money. I never thought it was a good idea, because the carnival is too alluring and dangerous. By the end of two months, Jimmy had stopped writing and sending money. My three kids and I had nowhere to go. We were forced out of our apartment, and had to move in with my sister. My sister never liked Jimmy, so she was too happy to let us move in with her. She has a large house in the country, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s only been a few weeks, and my sister is already driving me crazy. She has stupid rules about the house, like turning off all of the lights. She also has a thermostat that controls the temperature in the house. It’s a pretty cool thing, and much more efficient than our old air conditioner. When I was feeling warm, I adjusted the thermostat to 65 degrees. It felt great in the house, and I slept all afternoon. I was curled up in a wool blanket, when my sister came home and started screaming. She told me that I could never touch the thermostat again. I thought she was being ridiculous. The next day, she came home with a digital thermostat, that uses a fingerprint scan to adjust the temperature. If she wasn’t my sister, I would have punched her in the face. She said it was time for a new thermostat, but I knew she was just being a jerk.