But the next morning, something changed. I heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen, a sputtering sound like the fridge was hiccupping. When I opened the freezer door, it stuck, and I had to yank it hard to get it open.
“Great,” I muttered to myself.
By day three, the motor was making a clunking sound that rattled the whole kitchen, and the light inside flickered every time I opened the door.
I was convinced that woman at the shop, Mabel, must have known something was wrong with it. Maybe that’s why she’d wanted it so badly, I thought.
