EL PERICO EDUARDO
Evening Thursday 6th of March 2003
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind
~ ‘Where is My Mind’ by The Pixies
Chaos is the word I think of when I walk into her apartment. There are food crumbs embedded in the carpet, so ingrained they look like they are part of the original design, a cat brushes past me so quickly I just catch a glimpse of its gray tail. Rebecca looks up at me expectantly, “Do you want to say hello to Eduardo, my parrot? There he is…,” she points towards the window. My gaze follows her finger and sees nothing but the heater that sits besides the window. She looks at me intently and I start to say that I see nothing but quickly change my mind and start to humor her delusion. “Oh, he’s very pretty,” I say trying to avoid describing the invisible birds beauty. I learned from psychological journals that you must always humor schizophrenic delusions; there is no point in arguing logic, because we live in different plains of reality. I certainly didn’t want to start an argument, while alone in a paranoid schizophrenic’s apartment, even if she is family.
Earlier that evening, I had given Rebecca a ride home from the hospital. She had accidentally stepped on a rusted nail while walking bare foot in her apartment. On the ride home she told me about her accident and the tetanus shot she had to endure, as well as how dangerous this could be due to her diabetes. Eventually, she began telling me about Eduardo, her perico. A pet she’d had for several years. She expounded on his beauty and the words he liked to say. She told me he said perverted things sometimes and she called him a bad bird. As I pulled up to her building she asked me if I wanted to come up and see him. I considered my options. If I said, “No,” which was my first instinct, she may get upset, and by saying yes; I would possibly be creating ties with her that I hadn’t had in years. I said yes, mostly because I didn’t want her to get upset, story of my life.
So, here I stand in her apartment looking at a nothing, pretending I see El Perico Eduardo. Part of me wants to laugh, because this is a ridiculous situation, kind of farcical and I am going along with it, feeding it. “Yes…yes…very pretty bird”, I continue. “Do you want to hear him talk?” she asks, “Ask him something.”
Okay, now I know I am in a farce. How do I get myself out of this one? “Uhm…he looks kind of sleepy, I would hate to bother him”, I say.
“No…no…he’s not sleepy, right Eduardo?” she asks the parrot. She laughs softly to herself as she gazes at the bird. I need to get out of here, I think. “Well, uh…I gotta get back home…you have a nice apartment here.” I finally notice the cat that brushed past me earlier, it’s coat was white and grey, “Ooooh, cute cat…I hope Eduardo and the cat get along,” I wince as I say this, crap, not a good way to deflect. She glances at me suspiciously and says, “The cat doesn’t get close to Eduardo, he doesn’t like it.” I glance back towards the window and say, off-handedly, “Well, yeah birds and cats,” she stares at me blankly, “Y’know all the cartoons…Tweedy and Tom the cat, he’s always trying to eat Tweedy…” I trail off and look back at her warily. She stares at me with her focused gaze for a minute, then laughs softly and says, “Yeah…that’s right, I remember, we use to watch Tom and Jerry when we were kids,” she laughs heartily as she remembers,
“ That’s right…that’s right…” she finishes. I laugh along with her as I inch my way to the front door, “Yeah…anyways…it was great seeing you…You better take care of that foot, we don’t want you getting an infection,” I open the door. She looks at me and smiles vaguely, “Yeah,” is all she says. I smile back and step into the hallway. She stands at the doorway and waves good-bye, as I walk away…the tension in my body releasing with every step I take. I look back briefly before I enter the elevator and see her standing in the hallway watching me leave with a vague smile on her face. She waves back and I wave as I step into the elevator and sigh with relief. A week later I find out that Eduardo was also the name of a man she claimed sexually assaulted. My parents think it’s one of her delusions. I am not so sure.
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