Teenaged Boys & Gas

It's a warm, late winter's night in Rumford. I'm watching the news downstairs and hear the furnace come on to heat the house. We were also running the pellet stove for heat, so the oil furnace grinding away in the basement didn't make sense.

I walk upstairs and discover the boys in their room, door closed, windows wide open, and the heat registers churning away.

"What's up?" I ask. "You're heating the outdoors."

"It smells in here," says one.

The other rolls his eyes.

I turn off the heat. The boys close the windows while I find two scented candles to take care of the sulfur smell. I'll be sure to put the candles away before bedtime.

The backstory: we ate at Rumford House of Pizza tonight.