Silver Creek our ghosts will wander all of the water

The bird's snarky reply brought a giggle from Queenie as her sly smirk grew to a welcoming grin. I said you were good looking, she called back in mock offense, winking her eye playfully. It wasn't supposed to be this easy for strangers to break her rough casing, but something about these two made it hard for her to maintain. After another bought of hesitation, she thought that she ought to introduce herself. I'm Stephanie.

The name was beginning to grow on her, though she would never admit this out loud. Instead, her excuse for introducing herself via her birth name would be security; it was harder for gangsters to track down a Stephanie than a Queenie St. Clair, famed daughter of Daddy Bruce. At least around here, her fame had seemed to dissipate. You aren't...you're a loner, right?