A scuffling in the bushes outside the living room window
caught my ear after I turned the TV off, and a chirpy
little voice I didn't recognize: "So, now, wait. You want
us to...what?"
El Brujo's voice answered, "It's very simple," and I felt
both relief and wariness. She'd gone out earlier in the
morning and then hadn't shown up when I'd rolled out to
watch the new My Little Pony episode even though
making snoring noises and snarky comments during my shows
has always been one of her favorite pastimes. That she'd
missed a session had worried me, but discovering that she
was lurking in the bushes outside, I found, worried me even
more. I worked my way a little closer to the partially-
opened window, the getting-on-toward-becoming warm March
breeze ruffling the curtains, and listened.
"You build your nest here," El Brujo was saying, "and I'll
keep it safe from all the other predators."
"Wow!" a different chirpy voice said. "That's a great
idea, honey! Someone to watch over the--"
"Uh-huh," came the first chirpy voice. "And when you say
'the other predators,' you mean other than yourself,
is that it?"
A little silence, then a loud cracking and rustling. I
pulled the curtains back in time to see two sparrows
winging off over Mrs. Hartson's house, El Brujo sitting
partially sunk in the top of the hedge, her eyes also on
the fleeing birds.
I cleared my throat. "No one buying what you're selling
today?"
She leaned forward and dropped gracefully from the bush to
the dirt of Mrs. Hartson's garden, still bare this early in
the spring. "Just a failed experiment, August." She
looked up at me, her tail flicking slightly. "One never
knows, after all, unless one tries."It then continues with 6.
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