“Y’all grab your mugs and show the new kids where the tea cabinet is,” Miss Bilphena said. “Ube and I are going to go on ahead and have a little chat. We’ll have our usual.” She left with her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, and Bitter watched as Alex merged seamlessly in with the rest of the group, as if she’d never left. They passed each other bright ceramic mugs from the rustic wood shelves on the kitchen wall, seeming relieved to be doing something normal, something that didn’t require thinking about vanishing angels and wars and impending bloodshed. Alex beckoned to Bitter and
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