Felicia and Wybert Sydney lived on the other side of Ela. “He hates those bees,” Felicia said about Lawson. “I mean, I get it. She was so stuck up about her bees and her honey and her muffins and putting her honey on her muffins.”

Wybert whispered to Ambrose, “She’s upset that Ela called her muffins dry and flavorless.”

“Wybert!” Felicia shouted. “Don’t go spreading that filth! We both know my muffins are wonderful.” Isolde listened with a dry, crumbling muffin in her hand, one tiny bite still sucking the saliva from her mouth.