sheâd just be an old, brown speckled hen!
She pulled an old T-shirt with cranberries on it over her headâshe remembered buying it at the original Cuffyâsâbe-fore the store closed for a yearâ or was it two? She couldnât remember. She reached for her hat, tied her sneakers, and opened the door. Immediately, she heard little paws padding across the floor as Edison scooted between her legs and out the door. âGood morning to you, too, sir,â she said with a chuckle.
She closed the door and headed down the driveway for her daily constitutional around Great Island. She walked the trail every dayâno matter what the weatherâand she never grew tired of it. There was always something new to see; just the other day, sheâd seen a common yellowthroat sitting right in the middle of the path, and when she knelt down to see if it was injured, it fluttered up and latched onto her finger. She decided it must have been a baby, just learning to fly and not knowing enough to be frightened.
Birdie was always interested in hearing about the birds she saw, although she didnât always believe her. âThere arenât any of those around here,â sheâd scoffed when sheâd told her she thought she saw a brown pelican. âIt was probably a gannet.â
As Remy stepped onto the trail that meandered along the coastline of the island, she remembered how her sisters had raved about her pie the night before and even asked her to make another one for the next time. âThereâs no better compliment!â sheâd said, smiling, âbut I think I might make blueberry next time.â âThat would be good too,â theyâd all said, nodding as they walked to their cars, and then Birdie had tripped and almost fallen. Piper had asked her if she wanted a ride, but sheâd said no, she was fine. Thinking back now, Remy wished Birdie had let Piper give her a ride. They shouldnât have let her driveâsheâd drunk the whole bottle of wine sheâd brought and then sheâd started in on the bottle of white sheâd brought for Sailor. The problem was, if theyâd tried to stop her from driving, she wouldâve been furious.
Remy stepped out into a clearing along the tip of the islandâfrom which there was a gorgeous view of the bayâand stopped to watch a small brown-striped bird walking along the shore, its hind end bobbing up and down as it moved. âWhat a funny bird,â she murmured, wondering what it was. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something else move and looked up to see a red-tailed hawk watching the little unsuspecting bird, too! âNooo!â she shouted in horror, clapping her hands and startling both the hawk and the bird. She could almost hear Birdieâs scolding voice, â The hawk has to eat, too .â
âI donât care,â she mumbled. âHe can eat somewhere else.â
As she passed the rock outcropping she knew to be about halfway, she felt the sudden urge to use a bathroom. She hadnât even had her tea yet! Sheâd only had a small glass of water, which she now regrettedâwater always went right through her. How do you stay hydrated when water doesnât spend any time in your body? she wondered. When it just takes a direct route from your throat to your bladder? She looked aroundâshe knew other people liked to walk the trail in the morning, and now that it was Memorial Day other hikers might come around the bend any moment. She trudged on, looking for a secluded spot into which she could duck and relieve herself. She hated when this happened, because now, instead of enjoying her walk, all she would think about was where she could go . . . and she worried what would happen if no opportunity presented itself. Would she make it home? She shook her head in frustration and remembered the time when she was a girl of about twelve. Sheâd been riding her bike
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