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went clear again. “But she was almost<br />
grown by then,” he said, coming out of<br />
his terrible memory.<br />
“Hey, do the bird thing again,” he<br />
said, taking another swig of whiskey.<br />
Larry wiped his eyes but he did not<br />
look up.<br />
“My legs are wrapped up like this<br />
because the nerves are all dead from<br />
sugar crystals. The doctors say I drink<br />
too much, eat too much sugar. I don’t<br />
know. One time a fly got in there<br />
and laid eggs. There was all kinda<br />
maggots and shit eating my foot.<br />
They had to cut my toe off. I was in<br />
the hospital for three damn weeks,” he<br />
said, raising his voice again. “Every day<br />
waiting for that damn doctor to come<br />
Flightless Bird<br />
Bronze<br />
Audrey Ball<br />
in and tell me if they were going to cut my whole leg off. It was bad times, mijo. Bad times.” He<br />
went to pass the bottle to the boy as if by some old habit and then pulled it back and set it on<br />
his knee.<br />
“And you know, all that time, and my daughter never came once to see me?” he said and<br />
took another drink. “Not once. I sure could have used her pretty smile then. My son would<br />
have come, I know that for a fact, but he died of cancer some years back. He was a champion<br />
wrestler. Full ride scholarship to the University. He was the coach there right up until he was<br />
admitted to the hospital. He used to bring my little granddaughters here to see me all the time<br />
when he was alive.”<br />
Larry picked up the bird whistle again and chirped it, kicking his legs back and forth beneath<br />
him. It wasn’t long before a distant trill echoed back. Larry paused until he heard it again, then<br />
he returned the call and waited until it was answered. The old man’s eyes went wide.<br />
“You’re talking to her, mijo. She hears you,” he said, his words slurring.<br />
The chirps went back and forth like this for several minutes until a wren fluttered down and<br />
lighted on the arm of a Saguaro. The boy’s smile reached across his face.<br />
“It’s a wren,” he said. “You know the Navajo believe some types of birds bring back messages<br />
from the spirit world—from your dead relatives.” He continued the chirping, and the bird<br />
ruffled its feathers and twisted its head to get a better look at them.<br />
Larry heard a strange yet familiar sound and realized it was dozens of metal BBs sloshing around<br />
inside of a rifle. The old man held the gun unsteadily in the air. Then there was the click of the<br />
trigger and a thwack! And the wren’s wing went crooked, and it spiraled down into the arroyo.<br />
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