Not Till We Are Lost (Bobiverse #5)

by Dennis E. Taylor

I had a momentary image of myself as a parakeet in a cage, and I had to suppress the urge to ask for a cracker. Bridget would have killed me, and no one would prosecute.

Finally, something vaguely resembling order was restored. I said, “I suppose you’re all wondering—” “WHY YOU GATHERED US HERE!” the crowd responded, then everyone burst into laughter.