We chat about the rest of her day as I call an Uber. Pops should be up shortly, and if he has the energy, they’ll go for a walk. As we hug goodbye, I face a cuckoo clock on her wall and watch the pendulum swing. The rod looks warped, holding a subtle curve. She waves to me as I slide into the back seat of a black Toyota. She’s still waving as she fades in the rearview mirror.
Cuckoo description?
