Do not need Bleach Bottles Any More

in freezing winter of the sixties
our house turned frigid
we could hear the wind whistling through the walls
Mom filled empty bleach bottles with hot water
we slept with them to try and keep warm
store-bought hot water bottles were expensive
I do not need them any more
It’s not that Kansas does not get cold
but we keep our heat up and we have two dog-ovens
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