DUCK WAS LEFT TO PONDER the consequences of those events. The loss of his loves was the most unbearable. He wondered what they were doing. He looked at the time: just 09:00.
The day seemed too long.
That’s what happens, he thought to himself, when your day starts before the crack of dawn.
He felt anxious for some reason so he decided to call Bonita. He pressed her number which was on speed dial before he could change his mind. After three rings, he was tempted to hang up, but she answered before he could.
‘Hello,’ she said panting, having rushed to answer the call.
‘Hi,’ he said softly.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I am. Emily is looking after me. Flap is looking after Barry.’
‘Who’s Flap?’ She asked, a little confused.
‘A rainbow lorikeet,’ he said laughing.
Bonita closed her eyes. It felt
