She cocked her head towards the bird and opened her mouth; the bird pecked the food right from her mouth. As he did so her lips curled around his beak and she tried to make as much eye contact with him as possible.“Some for now Robbie, I’ll give you more later.” Cooed Dakota softly into whatever kind of ear a bird has.She walked him back to his cage, her bare feet clinging to the lime green floor tile, she took small steps, minding her way through the furniture as she guided ol’ Robert back to his cage. After placing him back on his perch she turned and stood for a moment. Her small house was on the fringes of the one and only sunshine state, Florida.It was one of several homes in the area to not have been updated internally since sometime around the 50s. Looking at Dakotas wonderful home, you’d never guess it though, or you just assumed it was an average house. But oh lord was the interior decoration dowsed in gaudy old white women underpinnings. Aside from having ancient plumbing, water, and heating, Dakota lived in a lavish bachelorette pad for one woman pushing the end of her run. Her theme for her house was the green of limes. Tequila had been a close friend of hers over the years, and upon reaching 70 she realized she had to dedicate some of her possessions to the limes that fostered a love for tequila. The floors were a lime green tile with miniature limes painted onto the center, the walls were plastered with a dry green floral pattern that had quite the emphasis on the green portions. Her furniture was a complete set of two couches and a clear glass table with green legs. Her couches were both silk and colored forest green, and they were both neatly wrapped in plastic. Dakota could be heard telling Robert how one day her kids will want to have furniture as nice as this, but first it has to live through her. She’d sleep on a plastic bed if she thought it would heighten her homes value. Her TV was the size of a small couch, it wasn’t any 2000s product at all, luckily, thankfully, she updated her TV set in the 90s, making this one of the youngest pieces of electrical property she owns. Walking from the bird room, which was actually her backyard with a roof built onto it, she headed back to her bedroom. The phone rang again, but this time it was drowned out by the roaring sound of her bedroom television that she just switched on. It was I Love Lucy reruns until the end of time with this woman.“This is Madam Ethel Mertzola, She’ll be our medium for the night. She’s psychopathic” said Lucy on the TV.