“Hello,” Juniper whispered.
That wasn’t possible. Juniper didn’t remember that day at all. But her mother had mentioned yellow boots once. Just once. Paradisebirds Polly-
“Hello, Grace,” Polly said.
Polly’s gears whirred softly.
She found the aviary by accident. The dome’s glass had mostly shattered, but the iron latticework made a beautiful cage of stars. And there, on the central pedestal, sat Polly. “Hello,” Juniper whispered
Polly never repeated herself. Her voice grew stronger. Sometimes, when Juniper arrived, Polly was already facing the entrance, as if she’d been listening for footsteps in the dark. on the central pedestal