Quote of the Day

I was proud of how I handled her now.  I pretended my mother was a near-extinct, exotic bird.  You had to be very subtle and cagey in your approach.  You had to hold out your hand and pretend you wanted anything other than for her to land there.  I loved the feel of her feathers, the glance of them on my palm, the whisper, and I worked for it.

-- Heather Sellers, You Don't Look Like Anyone I Know, p. 262