Ima’s mouth dropped open. In response, a lampshade vibrated violently when a brace of warblers took off in flight and circled the room. Ima ducked. The birds swooped, landed, and seemed involved in a serious discussion, talking simultaneously. A tiny finch hopped off the back of a chair. It approached her polished pumps, and Ima instinctively moved her feet back an inch. The finch hopped forward, flew up to the chair’s seat, and pecked at a loose string on her skirt as if intent on pulling out the entire hem.
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