Thirty-Four
Clarence peered through the window of what looked like an old restaurant. Empty. Ceiling tiles littered the floor. Wallpaper peeled and trailed from the plaster. Litter and dirt obscured anything of merit. No apple pie there.
A screech high above startled him. Head tilted back, he searched the sky. That old bird.
Clarence shook his fist at it then realized it was circling. A huge swoop and back around, then a smaller circle and a smaller one. Smaller and smaller until it hovered right above him.
Clarence shook his head in wonder. "How can you do that? What do you want old bird? Why are you here?"
Screech!
The sound bounced off the buildings, making Clarence jump again. He relaxed as the bird flew away.
It flew north over the huge courthouse, circled twice, then out into
