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From the back of my Highlander, with its new-car smell, the screened pine boombox hums in harmony: Mozart on the radio jamming the song of ten thousand bees and one queen.   They call it a package of bees or three pounds of bees, Whatever, it’s all the same now: Explosive cargo in my rearview mirror.…

Serena keeps words like secrets. She hides them in her pockets and drawers, and in more obvious places, like under her tongue and behind her lovely little ears.