A House With Good Bones

by T. Kingfisher

My phone informed me that it was absolutely talking to the internet, it was happy to talk to the internet, it loved talking to the internet, then as soon as I tried to check my email, it told me it had never heard of the internet and wasn’t entirely sure it existed.

and…” I trailed off because the expression that had crossed Mom’s face was actually scaring me. She had looked worried before, but for a moment, she looked genuinely frightened. “I said,” said Mom, in the tone that she used when I was a small child and was Not Getting The Hint, “I’m sure Gran Mae never said anything like that.”

If there was an Olympic sport for worrying, Mom would win the gold and then give it to the silver medalist because she was afraid that they might feel bad for losing.

“No one is a prophet in their own land,”