Chapter 21Gen was right.
Her place was better than the moon, because it was warm. There was also a parrot who called out the moment she stepped inside, and made her feel as if she was part of a chorus line.
“Happy Halloween!” she cried out.
“Oh, my goodness!” Di said. “Who is this?”
“Zeus. She’s…Sally’s old parrot.”
Di nodded, remembering all she could about the old girlfriend from their confessions at the creek. She spotted photos of her on the wall, many with Gen, along with the empty spaces on her shelves where the books and pagan tools used to be. While Di continued to talk with the parrot, Gen made them tea. It was so homey, so comfortable—it was hard to remember that they’d just met.
We’ve seen one another naked, though, Di reminded herself. That strips down to the heart of thi
