Parrot's Secret
Language: en
In the dead of night, Echo, the parrot in the living room, suddenly spoke. "I'll call you back later. He isn't asleep yet." I bolted upright on the sofa. The living room was dead silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. Echo stood on his perch, head tilted, his bead-like green eyes shifting. "Don't use the trust fund account. He'll notice." The tone was a perfect imitation of my wife's. Even that slight upward lilt at the end of her sentences was there. I froze, a sudden chill creeping down my spine. Tina had never uttered those words in front of me. And I had certainly…