Chapter 3
For a couple of days after Brian had met Conley the two men lived a tense co-existence when Brian was at home and Conley was there working with the books—which he did every day. Brian wondered if he had nothing else to do to fill his life.
Sunday morning Conley took a break to go up and visit Sir K, after letting Brian know he was going to.
The macaw was, to put it mildly, ecstatic to see Conley. As Brian watched from just inside the doorway, the man and bird held an animated conversation—if two or three squawky words from Sir K compared to full sentences from Conley could be considered real conversation.
It sure sounds like Sir K understands him and is replying. Who knows, maybe he does.
At one point, Sir K hopped from Conley’s shoulder to a tree branch, then on to another,
