{"id":263038,"date":"2026-07-14T14:18:41","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:18:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/home-and-other-big-fat-lies-jill-wolfson\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:18:41","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:18:41","slug":"home-and-other-big-fat-lies-jill-wolfson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/home-and-other-big-fat-lies-jill-wolfson\/","title":{"rendered":"Home And Other Big Fat Lies – Jill Wolfson"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cWhat\u201d\u2014she took a deep inhale\u2014\u201cis\u201d\u2014then she exhaled \u2014\u201cthat stuff?\u201d \u201cBones,\u201d I said. She grabbed my hand. \u201cHuman?\u201d \u201cToo small, I think.\u201d \u201cWhat about toes? Toe bones are small.\u201d She shuddered. \u201cWhat do you make of this stuff?\u201d I pulled her a little closer to the tree. \u201cWhy would someone stick feathers there? Is it some kind of signal?\u201d We inched closer. \u201cAnd a candle.<\/p>\n

Quick, make a note!\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t have anything to write with!\u201d \u201cMake a note in your brain. Clue number one: same bones as I saw before and the same feathers. Only now there\u2019s a different candle.\u201d \u201cNoted,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat do you think it is? Voodoo?\u201d \u201cMaybe that. Maybe a psycho killer. Or maybe it\u2019s some kind of vitual.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRitual?\u201d When I shook my head no, she tried \u201cvigil?\u201d That\u2019s it. \u201cA vigil. Definitely.\u201d I paused. \u201cWhat is a vigil, anyway?\u201d \u201cWhen someone keeps watch over something.\u201d \u201cYeah, a vigil.\u201d \u201cSo what\u2019s being watched over?\u201d We crept closer. She said, \u201cPsychology has a lot to say about a person who would make something like this.\u201d She reached down. \u201cDon\u2019t touch anything,\u201d I hissed. \u201cWhy not?\u201d \u201cBecause someone else is here.\u201d Her hand froze in place. Then her whole body jumped back. She grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d she whispered. \u201cWhere?\u201d \u201cEverywhere. It\u2019s everywhere.\u201d I put my finger to my lips and then to my ear. I pointed to my back, which meant that I wanted her to cover it. She nodded. I began tiptoeing around the tree. By the time I got back to her, I realized that I didn\u2019t have that creepy, looked-at, spied-on feeling. It was the first time I\u2019d been near the tree without feeling it. A big bird\u2014but not as big as a turkey, more like a parrot\u2014with black and blue feathers landed by the vigil and made a loud shock-shock-shock sound, which reminded me of foster father number six when he was scolding me.<\/p>\n

The bird was already checked off on my list, and his name was Steller\u2019s jay. \u201cAh-ha,\u201d I said. \u201cAh-ha what?\u201d There was panic on Honeysuckle\u2019s face. \u201cAh-ha, relax. The other thing isn\u2019t here.\u201d \u201cWhat other thing?\u201d \u201cThe thing that hides and spies.\u201d \u201cIs it human or otherwise?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I admitted.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it\u2019s not here now, so this is our chance. Take something.\u201d \u201cWhy?\u201d \u201cFor scientific purposes.\u201d \u201cAre you nuts?\u201d I shooed away the jay and picked up one of the bones. It felt so alive, I swear my fingers tingled. Next I picked up a feather and slipped both of them into my pocket. OceanofPDF.com fifteen By the time we got out of the woods and Honeysuckle went home, I was late for dinner again, this time really late.<\/p>\n

No one was around.<\/p>\n

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To Alex, who climbed to the top of our backyard redwood; to Gwen, who always asks for a story when hiking in the forest OceanofPDF.com One Let\u2019s say you\u2019re a kid who\u2019s small for her age and some other kids who are way overgrown decide it would be the most hilarious thing in the world to shove the new kid in the house into the clothes dryer and slam it closed.<\/p>\n

I can tell you how to get out of that dryer by kicking and screaming bloody murder so that the foster mom with the bald spot on the top of her head rescues you in front of the entire snickering ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha house full of kids. I can also give you the complete rundown on the most common varieties of foster parents you\u2019re likely to run into. Like the look-on-the-bright-side ones who go on and on until your head is ready to explode like a potato in a microwave about how lucky you are that you weren\u2019t born a foster kid in 1846.<\/p>\n

Or the one I nicknamed Miss Satan because she was so evil, and I bet she\u2019s still alive because everyone knows you can\u2019t kill pure evil. Or the one who won\u2019t like you screaming bloody murder even when the family dog sticks its nose in your crotch and who says things like, \u201cA little, bitty dog never hurt anyone.\u201d Oh yeah, well, what about the Demon Dog from Hell?<\/p>\n

Man-oh-man, I can tell you other things too. Important things you need for survival, not baby stuff. Like how to jump down from and then shimmy back up to a second-story window. And how to kick heart disease in the butt. Scary thought, right? But I have the scar right down the center of my chest to prove it. I can tell you how to slip some quote-unquote souvenirs from a foster home into your pocket without anyone noticing a thing missing.<\/p>\n

But there are a few things I don\u2019t know much about. I admit it. Trees are one.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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