The next morning, she called Bob back.
"Arlene, is that you?" The voice on the line was familiar—gravelly, warm, with the accent of someone who'd spent forty years in this town. Bob Hargrove. He'd installed the windows herself back in '09, after her husband died. "Double pane repair? Sure, sometimes. Depends on the damage." can double pane windows be repaired
Bob paused. "For a while. Five years, maybe. Ten if you're lucky. But here's the thing, Arlene—once the seal's broken, it's broken. The gas between the panes—argon, usually—it's gone. That gas gives you the insulation. Defogging clears the view, but your window won't be as energy-efficient as it was. You'll feel the cold more in winter." The next morning, she called Bob back
The fog never fully came back. And on the mornings when a whisper of moisture clung to the glass, Arlene would run her finger across the surface and whisper back, "Not today." He'd installed the windows herself back in '09,