“Tea?” Miss Bilphena offered. “Yes, please.” Miss Virtue walked with her into the kitchen and sat down, unbuttoning her cuffs and rolling her sleeves up. “Chamomile, if you have it.” The gas stove clicked as a ring of blue fire erupted under the kettle, and Bitter leaned against the kitchen wall, letting her legs give way until she was sitting on the floor. Blessing sat down next to her. “How you feeling, babe? This shit is wild.”
