Chapter 37
We ended up spending a long time eating and talking about life in the shelter. We were having our dessert after the heavy dinner we had. I asked about Mushka and Noelle, Queencie was a bit skeptical of their new line of work.
Queencie never liked Noelle, but she was as civil as she could since Noelle had been a part of the team. "They've been in and out of the shelter going on missions the marked classified. I wasn't even allowed to access it." She grumbled as she told me. She was scooping a bite of her mais con yelo--sweetcorn with shaved ice and condensed milk perfect for hot summer nights. "Imagine me not getting access to their real tea."
Queencie had been promoted to a very high position into the shelter's governing body. She has access to everything but she found it hard to get a hold of Noelle's mission logs, which was really odd judging from her position.
