As the cold winter air settled into their home, Anna could not wait to turn on the gas heater. It was the only thing that kept them from freezing in their small, drafty house. But her husband, Tom, hated the gas heater. The furnace was cheap and efficient, Anna pointed out, arguing it kept them warm, and that they could not afford to use this expensive electric furnace all the time. Stubborn Tom did not want to hear it. Anna complained about the smell of gas and the fact that it dried out her skin. She even claimed that it was making him sick. Anna knew this was nonsense. They had been using the gas furnace for years without problems, even though she did not guess how to convince him. Anna came home from work one night, looking forward to a cozy night with Tom. But as soon as she arrived at the door, she could tell something was wrong. Tom was kneeling on the couch, glaring at the gas heater. “I can’t take it anymore,” he agroused. “I hate this thing. I want it gone.” Anna tried to reason with him, but he would not listen. Tom was so angry that he started to dismantle the furnace right then and there. Anna begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He tore the furnace apart, piece by piece until there was nothing remaining but a pile of metal and wires. Anna was beside herself with rage and despair. She debated – what should she do? She enjoyed Tom, but his hatred of the gas furnace was driving them apart. She knew they needed an answer – and fast. But for now, all she could do was stare at the pile of rubble where their furnace used to be.