Louis undercover

He's thinking of our life before, when all four of us lived here, and he built chairs smelling of wood and varnish, and my mom made shortbread cookies smelling of butter and peace of mind. He's thinking back to Truffle's squeals when he was a baby, his first words: Feeeel-good. He's thinking back to our camping trips, our guessing games in the car, our snowball fights. He's thinking of my mom's smile back when she still smiled. I know because I am, too. * * * That's her, Billie. She's a spectacled siren, a rainstorm, a chocolate fountain, a silent queen. Billie doesn't say much. ... But when she does speak, the world ignites and explodes in clusters of honey and fire. Excerpted from Louis Undercover by Fanny Britt All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.