Nettie still wore her embroidered white robes, and tonight she wore a flashing…thing on her head, silver like a tiara, blinking with multi-colored lights. “Come in, come in.” Nettie opened the door wider so she could enter. “Good to see you. I just got this today.” She touched her twinkling headgear. “It’s supposed to enhance my ability to receive messages from the other world.” Sabrina glanced past the woman at the old man huddled in a chair, glaring at the TV, his shoulders hunched. “Hello, Nettie. I don’t want to offend anybody…” “Who? Dock? He’s harmless. Crazy as a Mitchell’s Day sailboarder, but he’s harmless.” With that ambiguous statement, Nettie pulled Sabrina inside. “This must be Calvin!” Nettie reached up and scooped the tiny bird off Sabrina’s shoulder as Calvin twittered in surprise. “Good bird,” Nettie crooned, stroking him. He gazed up at her, mesmerized by the sound of her voice. “Please tell me you’re not getting another flying rat,”
