Chapter 13Namir woke from a knock on the patio door. Dizzy, he flew to his feet. He’d fallen asleep seated on a kitchen chair with his arms on the table. Wincing as his body protested, he moved toward the door.
Jagger was waiting on the patio. Namir straightened his back. He had only met Jagger once, on the night he’d been shot. With a sense of dread, he opened the door. “Hello.”
Jagger nodded. “Gertrude asked me to give you these.” He gestured at a cardboard box he’d placed on the porch.
“What…eh…is it?”
“Three birds. Two hens and a rooster.”
Was he dreaming? Namir looked around the garden, noticing a pile of planks, some poles, and three rolls of netting. Yes, dreaming. He had to be.
“Namir?”
“Sorry, I was asleep when you knocked, and I think I still am.”
Jagger chuckled. “Nah, y
