Norman was right about the sweet tea and scones making me feel better.
After a few sips of the sweet lavender tea I'm starting to relax, savouring the fragrant aroma of the relaxing, soothing floral brew.
No big deal. Just the fate of the entire Universe resting on my shoulders. No biggie.
Yeah right.
Norman excuses himself after dropping off the refreshments, saying that he needs to go and continue his weekly welfare check on all the winter clusters in every bee hive.
Rosa and I eat our scones and sip our tea in silence for a while, each of us lost in their own thoughts.
Eventually, I feel that I've regained enough composure to speak.
"So what about you?" I ask. "Where do you come into all of this? And Michael, and Gabby?"
"I, along with Gab and Michael and the rest of the archang
