CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Clarence tucked the yellow legal pad Katty had written addresses on under one arm and lifted the cane with the other hand. This cane stuff took co-ordination. Made sense though. Cane on his right side to protect his right leg.
He limped his way from the front door of the old people's home to the street. Felt good to be outside, even with the damn cane. Air smelled better outside. Of course, he might be part of the stink indoors. Maybe.
Cane down. Right leg down. He had practiced in the hallway inside, but it still felt strange and unbalanced. Cane down. Left foot step. There should be a video teaching this because it didn’t come naturally.
There was Michael in his new red truck. An automatic. Clarence chuckled even now about the many grinding rides he'd taken with Mi
