It went on that way for a while and that night I had a prophetic dream (one of my strongest powers) that everyone’s true name was what they were known for plus “bitch.” Bert was Hard Driving Bitch and Father Gaspren was Priest Bitch or Daddy Bitch and so on. The only person without a true name was me. I didn’t know what kind of bitch I was. I woke up in a cold sweat and lay awake the rest of the night still smelling like bleach.
