Page 27 of For the Birds

“We’ll do our very best to find him, Mr. Whipple. I know what it’s like to lose someone youlove.”

He clung to her for several seconds, then cupped her cheek as a tear fell down his face. “God blessyou.”

She pulled a business card out of her pocket and placed it in his. “This has our numbers. If you think of anything else, don’t hesitate tocall.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

We let ourselves out and stood in his frontyard.

“What do you think really happened to Mr. Whipple’s parrot?” I asked.

“I think Mr. Whipple’s right. I think he was stolen.”

“Me too. We just need to figure outwhy.”

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