The Talking Evidence​

Summary

Before my husband, Joe, left for a business trip, he bought me a parrot. It was an early anniversary gift, he said, to make up for not being with me.

The first day I had it, the parrot learned to say, "I love you."

The second day, it learned to say, "I love you, Joe."

By the end of the week, it could say the name of every single person in our lives. Except for mine.

Then, late one night, the parrot started squawking frantically, over and over again. "Joe loves Clara."

I immediately dialed my husband's number. "Who is Clara?"