“We’ll be back in time for me to feed the homeless cat?” I asked, slipping on a casual outfit as advised.
“Of course, hon.”
Before leaving home, I sprinkled peanuts, seeds and bread on the patio for squirrels, blue jays, crows and magpies.
“Not one clue?” I asked, noticing his half-smiling lips.
“We’re supporting the Post-Covid local economy.”
“Shakespeare in the Park? Festa Italiana?”
He reached into his jacket pocket as we parked our vehicle.
“Here are the tickets,” he chirped. “…and a listing of all the feeding times.”
We entered the zoo.