"You can't come back after two years and think you can do it.
I mean, what are you thinking!!!
And don't think that you can "female" yourself out of every situation."
"Oh, please be quiet!!!
Do you want to go without a day's worth of seeds, yet AGAIN?!!!"
"I've gotten used to it, Anne.
It won't be the first time and it won't be the last.
But if you listen to me..."
"SHUT UP!!!!!"
Anne turns and looks into the hazy mirror. She touches the cold metal which now covers her left eye. "I'm beginning to get used to the sight", she thinks to herself. "Sight"... She manages a chuckle at the pun.
Moving her head slowly side to side she admires the three diamond solitaires that mark where her patch was surgically attached. That was a touch of glamour that she asked for to "dress up" the patch.
What she couldn't understand was how her "shoulder brat" managed to obtain the exact same injuries, even down to the double scar marks on her cheek.
She reaches up to touch her left cheek. The pain is nearly gone.... well, the physical pain.
Sighing she turns away looking once again at the "nuisance on a perch"
"Alright, I'll feed you!!! That will at least keep you quiet for a short time.
LOL!!! Maybe I should make you eat continuously, then you will silent and get fat. Then I will eat you!!"
"Oh, you have used that empty threat for the last year, so bite me!!"
Anne squints her eyes at the "feathery foul" and without looking away she reaches for the seeds, fills the cup, then moves to her bed.
Dropping down on the edge, she places her head in her hands.
"I need to think. That is all."