“You haven’t seen them in the trash?”
Bee’s jaw drops theatrically. “Do you really think I’m in the habit of rooting around in the trash like a raccoon?”
I roll my eyes. “Forget I asked.”
“Consider it forgotten.” She grins and claps her hands abruptly enough to startle me. “Guess what? The little master said hisfirst word today!”
My expression flatlines. “Don’t f**k with me.”
“What?” she protests. “He did! He said my name. Bee. Amazing, huh?”
“He’s a couple of days old. The only thing he was trying to convey was indigestion. For f**k’s sake, the whole point of youbeing here is so you can give me real information.”
She shrugs. “Just trying to lighten the mood. And I thought the whole point of me being here was to be a shoulder for Wren tolean on.”
“You’re too tightly wound about thi
