If Huaxin didn’t smell it in the air, she literally felt it in her bones. Huaxin:6am, roughly 50 bees per hive en route to flowers, determined dance, will report on return times in afternoonSupport:thank you. Huaxin didn’t know what to say, so she stashed her phone. Ms. Chen was her elderly neighbor—well, if one counted a neighbor as someone who lived two hills away. Huaxin:i don’t know anything about youHuaxin:you never want to callSupport:i’m sorry for trying to maintain my privacy.