On âmurder daysâ I travel in Eloiseâs coat pocket. She finds this useful. I can smell fear, cheap cologne, and even lies.
While Eloise likes to talk a lotâusually about old stories involving people who never learned and paid for it. I donât care. I watch hands.
Like this man with the ring who keeps touching his plant. I scratch it. Some dirt spills. A severed hand appears. Everyone stares. Eloise laughs and calls me brilliant. I sneeze.
She says heroes come in many sizes. I donât know about heroes. I know pockets, plants, and men who smell suspicious.
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Youâre brilliant!! I loved this story