Chapter 10
“It’s been weeks, Sir K,” Brian said unhappily as he filled the macaw’s bowls with food. “I don’t think he’s coming back.”
Sir K squawked, “Come back,” and nodded his head vigorously before he hopped from Brian’s shoulder onto the branch and began to eat.
“Do you know something I don’t?” Brian asked with a brief smile.
As had become his habit since Conley had left, he went to the solarium windows to look down at the back yard. The grass was green; flowers were blooming under the warm April sun. The only scar on the scene was the pond. Brian had faithfully tended the yard, even planting more flowers and some vegetables, but had avoided the burned out shell of the pond. He couldn’t look at it without remembering the fateful morning when he had watched Conley step into the fire
