Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

Claire turned forward and crossed her arms,
annoyed that she’d let herself be talked into such a
humiliating demonstration. She sat in silence while
the others peppered me with questions. After Miss
Peregrine had dismissed a few more about my
grandfather, the children turned to other subjects.
They seemed especially interested in what life in the
twenty-first century was like.
“What sort of flying motorcars do you have?” asked
a pubescent boy named Horace, who wore a dark
suit that made him look like an apprentice undertaker.
“None,” I said. “Not yet, anyway.”
“Have they built cities on the moon?” another boy
asked hopefully.
“We left some garbage and a flag there in the
sixties, but that’s about it.”
“Does Britain still rule the world?”
“Uh … not exactly.”
They seemed disappointed. Sensing an
opportunity, Miss Peregrine said, “You see, children?
The future isn’t so grand after all. Nothing wrong with
the good old here and now!” I got the feeling this was
something she often tried to impress upon them, with
little success. But it got me wondering: Just how long
had they been here, in the “good old here and now?”
“Do you mind if I ask how old you all are?” I said.
“I’m eighty-three,” said Horace.
Olive raised her hand excitedly. “I’ll be seventy-five
and a half next week!” I wondered how they kept track