Chapter 21
Starting that morning, those weird spells happened all over Bitter, all of which were carried out within the next forty-eight hours:
At the Bitter Post Office on Shevenfeld Street, waiting in line, I heard Bella Day, the post person working the counter, saying to one of her closest friends, Reese Maldon, “My sister Felicia woke up this morning unable to speak. Fell had a cup of honey tea, but it did nothing to help her. I’m not sure what she has. But her blue eyes are alien green today. Super bright. She sent me a picture from her phone.”