“I’m not a bird.”
You mutter your answer without breaking eye contact with the Reverend. There’s a short pause before he responds with little more than a lighthearted smile and looks away.
“Well that’s,” he laughs lightly and looks toward Gail and nods. She replies with a laugh of her own and accepts his unsaid request to leave the room.
“That’s good”
The Reverend finishes his thought as he looks toward the table beyond the foot of the bed.
“You may not be a bird,” he says and spins back toward you with his fist already in the air.
“But that hardly makes you a man!”