To say Titus was eccentric would be an understatement. His flamboyant gestures and way of speaking reminds me of Jack Sparrow.
He is waving his hands around outside of the packhouse, explaining to Tyson what happened to Dani. I’m listening close from where I’m sitting on the front steps. I want to join them; I want to ask questions and beg for his help in bringing back my mate, but I have the distinct feeling the guy doesn’t like me.
A fiery bird suddenly breaks through the early morning sky, squawking and cawing as it makes its descent onto Titus’s shoulder. It seems the bird is whispering into his ear, then Titus nods and turns to address all of us; my family is littering the space around us, waiting for instructions on what to do next.
“My fiery feathered friend, Farlo, has informed
