The flamingo was a gift from Tomás.
That was typical of him – romantic to the bone but without an ounce of common sense.
It was meant as a gift of repentance, I knew. But where was I going to keep it? How would I feed it? Clean up after it? Birds aren’t the most tidy of animals.
It was a beautiful creature, no doubt about it. Just like the woman Tomás took to bed last week.
I gave the flamingo away to the Cougar Mountain zoo.