Chapter 30Stan Yates stood outside the doorway with his red and white cane and wearing clean clothes. “Well, my sister done told me this was the right place.”
“Uh, yes, it is. Come in, come in.” Joe took his elbow to lead him through the reception area but Yates pulled away.
“Lemme do it my way.” Yates probed ahead of himself with the walking stick.
“That's fine, Stan, but I'm afraid you'll knock over some of the tripods.” Joe pulled a small chair forward. “Here, have a seat right here.”
Yates collapsed onto the chair and held his stick straight up like a shepherd's crook. “Bet yer real surprised, ain't ya'?” He smiled behind dead glassy eyes.
“Yes, we are. Abi's here too.”
“I know that. I told ya'. I can smell 'er. I can smell ever'body.” He paused a moment. “S'too bad my nose can't
