Everything in our freezer was melting because we still had no electricity.
My friends and I were almost melting in the heat too.
But we hadn't earned enough money to go to the movies.
I guess my mom felt sorry for us.
"I'll pay for everyone's movie tickets," she said.
"You guys can use the money you earned to buy some snacks."
We took a bus to the movies.
And guess what.
The air conditioner on the bus was broken too!
"It seems like the whole city blew a fuse," said Molly.
"I hope the air conditioner at the movies is working," said Josh.
It was nice and cool in the movie theater.
In fact, it was almost too cold.
The movie was called Woolly's Wild Winter.
It was about a girl and her dog, Woolly.
They lived in a cabin in Alaska where there was lots of snow and ice.
Pretty soon I was so cold that I was almost shivering!
But when we got outside after the movie, it was hotter than ever.
While we waited for the bus, Caswell kept jumping from one foot to the other.
"Caswell, stop jumping around," said Molly.
"It makes me hot just to look at you."
"But I have to keep jumping," said Caswell.
"The sidewalk is so hot, it burns the bottom of my shoes."
"It's hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk!" my mom said.
She didn't mean that, of course.
But the sidewalk was really hot.
When we got home, a truck was parked outside of our building.
A sign on it read: "Elmer's Electricity.
Stay Cool In Summer, Warm In Winter!"
Mr. Calabria was standing near the truck.
"The men are here to fix the electricity in the building," he told us.
"They have to put in a lot of new wires.
It could take a few days."
"A few days!" groaned Josh.
My mom groaned too.
I remembered last winter when my cousin Oliver came to visit.
The building's furnace had broken and we had no heat.
Now we had nothing but heat!
Since our apartment had no electricity, we had to use candles and flashlights at night.
The candles made me feel even hotter.
On Monday the workmen were still trying to fix the electricity.
Mr. Chen gave all of us some money to buy ice pops at the market.
We were sitting on the front steps, licking our ice pops, when Molly suddenly screamed.
"Help! A bee!" she yelled. "It's going to sting me!"
Molly jumped up and ran down the steps, trying to get away from the bee.
"Throw away your ice pop, Molly!" shouted Josh.
"Bees love sugar!"
"That's right!" I cried.
"The bee is not after you.
It's after your ice pop!"
But Molly didn't want to throw away her ice pop.
She held on to it as she ran up and down the steps.
The bee followed, buzzing all around her ice pop.
Molly screamed and leaped down three steps at once.
At the bottom she stumbled and fell down on the sidewalk.
The ice pop flew out of her hand.
The bee buzzed off and landed on Molly's ice pop.
Molly started to cry.
Caswell held out his ice pop.
"Here, have some of mine," he told Molly.
"I don't think bees like lime flavor."
"I'm not crying about my ice pop," wailed Molly.
"It's my foot.
I hurt it and I can't get up!"