It’s hot. Way too hot. A heatwave like we’d almost never lived through. For three weeks the house hasn’t cooled down once. We sleep on top of the sheets, windows open, with that fan pushing warm air around and buzzing like a giant mosquito. The kitchen tile is the only cool surface left in the place, and Lucie puts her bare feet on it every morning with a sigh of relief, like she’s stepping into a pool. Lucie and I have b...