232 Knowing Alexander

Alexa was sitting on her bed, looking at Romeo's cage in her hands, almost without blinking. She had been there for some time. And she couldn't say how much, after her brother finally had to go after they talked a lot.

The nightingale returned from its night flight and landed on top of the cage, facing Alexa.

"I prefer you like that, Romeo," she lamented to the bird. "I also preferred Alexander like that..."