"You can tell a lot from a person's bones. What they eat, where they lived, who they were, what did they do for work, how they made love, the children they bore..." Bunny said, picking at her salad.

Something was wrong with Edward Nashton's bones. She just didn't know what yet. She couldn't peel back the layers and find out, either.

"All the things I want to have. But no one will ever read mine," she added. "Or jump them."

Yeah, she can tease.