Just then, Brad strolled in behind him, carrying an old bird perch. At least that's what Flinch thought it was. It looked like the tall metal T-bar that a parrot would sit on.
"Did I miss the big surprise?" Brad asked.
Flinch smiled. "Apparently."
"Good. I hate those things. Here." Brad extended the item in his hand and set it on the floor next to him.
"It's my old perch. You can use it for a coat rack—or something." Then he looked over toward the rest of the group.
"Is there cake?"
Shirley held up a bottle of champagne. "No, only this. Flinch doesn't eat."
Brad sighed.
"Well, I'll be going then. Welcome to the neighborhood, Flinch."
He extended his free hand and Flinch shook it.
"Jesus, man. I'll never get over how cold you are. Go drink a rat or something." Kate folded her arms.
"Brad Nourie, y'all git back here. Not only was that uncalled for, but this here's a party and we're all celebrating'."
