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You’ve given us who’ve taken the time to show how much they care. And most of all, thank You for Your own love for us, and showing us that You care, too. Be even with Quentin and Lovan today, Lord, and help the man see reason; take away the danger that he may have in his heart to bring, Father, I plead, thanking You even now. Amen.”
    Softly sighing as she finished her prayer, Paloma tried to find a more comfortable spot, closed her eyes, and finally got the rest she’d been longing for the last hour or so she’d been visiting. And in her exhaustion, she thought she heard music as she drifted off to sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Two
    Wood Village, Oregon… August 11, 2013
     
    Eugenie put the last of the salt and pepper shakers in their places, finished sweeping the floor, and double checked that the burners were off.
    There was a storm coming in, and she didn’t want to be stuck at the restaurant if she didn’t have to be.
    She’d have to let the birds fly quickly, instead of taking their time. She looked over at the row of cages; six holding individual parrots, and the middle one… the seventh, sitting on a shelf above the jukebox… had a pair of beautiful but cranky Madagascar Lovebirds. Below the individuals’ cages were bookshelves draped in ‘50s red handkerchief-style fabric.
    Just the thought of being here alone with the birds in a storm made her belly do backflips. Maybe she should have taken a break to eat something, after all.
    “Good night,” Noah called as he made his way toward the door. His dark eyes smiled in delight. “Looks like a storm brewing.”
    How could the man always be so chipper? Then again, he only had about nine acres to go to reach his house… she had to get back to North Portland.
    “Mhm,” Eugenie replied, distractedly hurrying.
    She could hear the chickens making a ruckus through the wall that divided the little café from the small coop, and Cary was howling something fierce. Thankfully, Rhoda and the puppies were taking a rest from very much more than yipping.
    She tried to avoid the mirror Edward and Paloma had gifted to her boss, having had nobody else who wanted it.
    While it was exquisite, it didn’t fit in just anywhere. The fiery looking wooden outer panels and gilded cherub atop it made it look ghostly in the low lighting of the café after hours.
    Who even knows how old the thing is, she thought to herself.
    She usually didn’t mind it, but when the storms came, she knew to steer clear whenever possible. Thankfully, it didn’t face the main part of the business; it faced the restrooms.
    It hadn’t been until the mirror came into Noah’s possession that she’d learned the story behind it, and how Edward had arrived in 2010 to save Paloma from a would-be thief, traveling from the 1690s during a thunderstorm on his end, even though it was snowy here that long ago night.
    She shivered at the thought.
    “Clemy loves Leo, rrrawk” she heard Clementine, one of the Blue-Fronted Amazons, say from her cage.
    She and Leopold were on the furthest sides from each other because of how talkative they were. The other two pair of parrots, one set of Macaws – a second generation Catalina female and a Hyacinth male, the other, Green Cheek Conures that were both on the turquoise side.
    Her boss, Noah, and his wife, Carolinia, decided to place them Lovebirds centered, Conures next, Macaws, and then Amazons, separated with males to the left, females to the right. They were hoping that the birds would make for an interesting new twist on the ‘50s café.
    As the birds began to get more chatty, and the dogs howled together, Eugenie thought back again to when she first heard Edward’s story.
    She hadn’t believed what she was being told, and then, when Jason and Mark’s friend, Justice, had told her he indeed had needed to hack into the system to create a “backstory and identity” for Edward,