Chapter 7

Taking his book, he returned to the kitchen, sitting at the island to eat his supper. “And don’t you dare shit on me,” he cautioned Sir. K.

“Bad boy,” the macaw said. “Good boy.”

Brian laughed. “Bad if you do, good if you don’t.”

Sir K hopped off Brian’s shoulder, walking back and forth across the island. He picked up the fork, chewed on it, then dropped it with a clang. Brian got another one to use and returned to his reading. There were two more clangs, followed by “Kenith, stop that,” from the bird, which had Brian chuckling.

“Yeah. It’s annoying.”

“Annoying,” Sir K, mimicked, much to Brian’s amusement.

When he finished eating and had done the dishes, Brian held out his arm. Sir K immediately hopped on and climbed to Brian’s shoulder. He was a lot slower getting off when they returned to the solarium, but he did.

“Night, Sir K,” Brian said.

“Night, night. Sleep tight,” the bird replied.

“You too.” Brian left, with the macaw’s loud “You too,” ringing in his ears.