“She just wants attention,” Bonnie said quietly. “My goodness, you are beautiful. Look at those feathers. You’re like a flying rain-bow.”
“Senor Dave’s regular! Squawk.”
Bonnie giggled and now David felt his cheeks heat. “That’s just obnoxious. Go away, bird.”
“Stop it,” Bonnie ordered, stretching up higher and managing to stroke a finger down Duchess’s chest. “You aren’t a duchess, are you? You’re a queen.”
“Queen Duchess! Pretty bird Queen. Four, three, two, one, pulse, pulse, pulse.”
“Great. A workout with our lunch.”
David offered Flora a mouthed apology when she returned with their drinks and the guacamole. Flora merely shook her head and laughed, her knee-length blue skirt bustling around her legs as she disappeared back into the cantina.
“You going to wash your hands after t
