Of a Feather
“You’re saying she never mentioned a bird?” The attorney shifted awkwardly in his chair, peering around the cage that had been placed between us, just beside my mother’s will.
I tried to think back to when I’d last visited. Last Christmas? No, I’d spent that with Dad. Could it have been her birthday two years ago?
A memory flitted to the surface: We were sitting in her favorite tea shop, talking for an hour about nothing in
