Francis said. He looked around the room and put Grace’s suitcase down. “I’ve stayed in worse.” “Me too,” Grace said. “The city jail in Eddington, for one.” The three of them had found a seedy-looking motel on the outskirts of town, and Kevin had paid for two rooms. Going over to the bed, Grace sat down on it and shrugged. “It’ll be fine. Why don’t you guys stow your suitcases, and let’s go out and get a bite to eat.” “I’ve got to bring Miriam in first,” Key insisted. He went back to the truck and took out the cage, covered with a piece of bright green cloth. He took it into his room, and when he pulled the cover off, Miriam muttered, “My Francis!” Grace stood at the door and laughed, her eyes sparkling. “You keep your females in a cage, huh, Francis?” “Most females need to be kept under lock and key,” Francis snapped. He put his finger inside the cage and the parrot at once fastened on to it.
