Timothy turned on the tap.
“The water isn’t working right,” said Betty.
And it wasn’t. It flowed out of the tap and down to the sink, clear and cold to the touch, but it wouldn’t get anything wet. He added coffee grounds to the filter holder and they just hovered in the middle of the fluid, undampened.
He glared at Betty, sipping blithely from her mug as she sat at the table. “How did you get yours, then?”
Betty shrugged, then indicated the dark gouge in the wall behind her. It dripped, glistening wet. “The bricks aren’t working right, either.”
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