Eve glanced toward a large object draped in a colorful throw. “It’s Mongo,” Trueheart told her. “A parrot. The subject covered his cage so he wouldn’t get too excited.” Curious, Eve crossed over, lifted the throw. Inside, an enormous bird with wild feathers cocked his head and eyed her. “Hi! How you doing? Want to play? Let me out of here. Want to play?” “Jesus,” Eve muttered. “Ben-nee!” Mongo called. Eve dropped the throw. “Dammit,” Mongo said clearly and with what sounded like true bitterness.
