"I enjoy birds." Jones speaks as we exit the building.
"That right there's a mourning dove." He says, pointing to the culprit that shat on my car and is currently gloating by sitting on my sideview mirror.
"Mourning doves are said to be a message from our angels who're tryna tell us that they hear us and our prayers."
Officially done with this conversation I wave him off and make my way to my car but unfortunately I see Jones minivan parked right beside it.
"I don't have angels and I don't pray."
"Just because you don't pray doesn't mean you got no angels. We all have angels. My angel's my little boy, sweetest thing I ever had." He says and I see him smiling for the first time.
It's frightening.
I curse the day Sunny skipped into the shop because after that everyone suddenly a
