She pointed across the street to the telephone wire.
“Look at that little blue bird” she said.
“I don’t see anything out there” I said.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to the window.
“Right there. How do you not see it?” She said.
Her grip on my arm grew tighter as she pointed at the wire again.
“Right there!” She said.
“Oh yeah, I see it now” I lied. She sometimes saw things I didn’t.
She smiled and said, “life is like the little blue wings on that bird.”