Soon after we left the road-block behind us she switched on the car heater.
The car heater kept him warmer than he had been since leaving Celia's flat.
She turned the car heater on and rolled her window up, wishing she'd brought a jacket.
She sat there for a minute, with the car heater drying the sweat on her face and scalp.
On the trip home from the hospital where she worked as a pharmacist, her car heater didn't even have time to start working.
By the time he got there, the car heater had pretty much dried his rain-soaked clothes.
She wanted to argue, tell him the car heater would chase away any chill, but the words never made it to her lips.
"Yes, I remember she asked me to cut down the car heater because she wanted to keep her coat on."
I said, trying not to sound too heartened by the thought of a car heater and even a gymnasium.
If I were, my car heater would be working, wouldn't it?
