The tiny birds were gone many days, but returned with a story. And it was the littlest one that took the role responsibility of telling the story. Though, stole would be more accurate. Didn’t matter right now, because the story mattered more. The littlest bird sat on its throne, atop her head. She sat herself down inside the hut, almost as if worried about eavesdroppers. And the rest of the tiny birds, made themselves at home wherever they could, around her. Near enough to be perfect audience to the littlest one’s story.
Lester Eaves had only every been in love with one woman. The woman he grew up with. The woman he was best friends with, just as both their parents had been best friends, and both their families had been best friends. They were both ten when their families agreed to get t
