“I miss having Con around during the day,” Brian told Sir K on Wednesday as he put food in his cups.
“Con away?”
“Sort of. He’s working.” The macaw c****d his head. “He has a new job,” Brian explained, not that he thought Sir K would understand. If he did, he didn’t say anything. Probably, Brian figured, because eating was more important at the moment.
Brian leaned against the tree trunk. “I had an idea, Sir K. I just have to get up the nerve to ask Con.”
“Ask Con,” the bird mimicked.
“Yeah. I’m sort of scared to, though. What if he says ‘no’?” He laughed to himself when Sir K didn’t tell him that wouldn’t happen. “He might. I know I love him. I think he loves me, even though he hasn’t said it in so many words. But then neither have I.” He pushed off the tree and began pacing. “It wou
