I take another sip first. “Okay, well, I see one owl, and I’m like, Hey cool, an owl during the day. Two owls, and I’m thinking, This is kinda weird, I never see owls around here and now I’m seeing two? Odd. Then I see the third owl, and all my hackles are raised. At this point it’s an omen and I don’t fucking like it.” Mya nods in agreement. “I would’ve said four, but similar reasoning.” “What would you say?” I ask Patrick. “Seven.” “Seven!” I exclaim. “If I saw seven owls in one day, I’d be packing up the car and driving to Mexico.”
