I’d just gone in to look for my notepad. “You can come in,” Rita said, “but this is not a happy time.” One of the sparrows was being lifted from his small cage. “His feet are dead,” Rita said, her sky blue eyes the color …
I’d just gone in to look for my notepad. “You can come in,” Rita said, “but this is not a happy time.” One of the sparrows was being lifted from his small cage. “His feet are dead,” Rita said, her sky blue eyes the color …