I said to myself, I wonder if Mrs. Pigeon wants me to bring anything. I gave her a call and asked her. "Mrs. Pigeon, I had forgotten to ask if you would want me to bring anything to the picnic. You know that I am coming straight from work."
She became belligerent. This was not unlike her. The city was in her blood and she finds it difficult to keep her belligerence at bay. I told you that you are the guest of honor. I don’t know why you people always are trying to make yourselves into birds. I was sure that she has a real chip on her wing about being patronized. She said that she only became my friend because we could pass for twins in terms of belligerence. If I refuse to listen to her and let her dote on me, she will negate our friendship. Birds, I have found are very funny like that. The things that make people enjoy one another’s company are very, very different for them. They love to tell one another that they have a pet person or other and they spoil them rotten for a season or two and then divorce them completely and you would never see them again. It is their way of getting into your life. Birds are very fickle, you wouldn’t know it to look at them. They love to gab about acquiring and letting go of acquaintances and pet people like the wind.
I couldn’t convince Mrs. Pigeon that I meant any good by volunteering to bring something foreign to her. She was convinced that I was acting patronizing and that she could see that as a poor family, we had special needs to be cared for. I thanked her for her concern and consideration. I didn’t say another word about it and we had the picnic as planned in spite of the rain.
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