Evelyn stared at the bird sitting on Peter’s hand, with tears in her eyes and love on her face. The sleek African Grey parrot on his wrist stared at Evelyn with curious, intelligent eyes.
I stared at her, a strange feeling in my stomach.
“You got me a bird?” She whispered.
“She’s a year old,” I told her. I pulled the hatch certificate out of my jacket pocket and placed it in her frozen hands. “She was hand fed. Still a baby, so she doesn’t talk yet, but she’s hand trained.”
Evelyn grasped the paper between her hands tightly, staring down at it with emotion-filled eyes.
She stood incredibly still for several minutes, staring at the paper like she was trying to process her thoughts. The bird in Peter’s arm stretched her wings and promptly s**t on his jacket sleeve, letting out a lou
