Ten
“Grace,” the house said. “You have a visitor at the door.”
Grace removed the ToothBlast from her mouth and put it on the glass shelf beneath the mirror. At the top of the stairs, she called out, “Show me.”
The house obliged by removing the opacity on the front wall. What was solid a moment before became as transparent as glass.
Heron stood on the step at the front door, head bent, the walkway stretching out behind him.
“Wall up. And please let Inspector Jane inside.”
She descended the stairs.
“Welcome, Inspector Jane. We’re so happy to see you,” the house said, adding his name and biosignature to the household memory.
Heron crossed the threshold, smiling. “I come bearing gifts.”
He offered her the koffee, her customary black.
“How did you know where I live?” she asked. She me
