Queenie Grace Can Feel a Secret

I can feel a secret in the air as the car full of people I love disappears into the night.

Sometimes I do sense secrets. I smell them and I see them. I smelled a secret the night that I saved Trullia’s life, and I smelled secrets when I first met Mike. Charlie the Fire-Eater reeks of secrets.

And I certainly smell a secret tonight. It smells like a good one.