While I yelled, Stash hacked at some of the loose ice on the freezer. When he had filled a bowl, he carried it over to the sink. “Where should I put it?” he said. “The sink is full of food—plus the dirty spaghetti pot.”
“In the tub.”
“I can’t throw it in the tub,” he said. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Well, run some hot water on it,” I said. “The melting point of ice is zero degrees Celsius or thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit.”
It was obvious that he had to restrain himself from throwing the ice at me.
Janowitz, Tama. “Physics.” In Wonderful Town: New York Stories from the New Yorker, edited by David Remnick, 35–47. New York: Random House, 2000.