“What about the dogs?” he asked as he helped André to exit the car.
“Yes, yes, fine, okay, Ry, okay,” he said, impatiently.
André seemed confident, so Ryan stayed beside him as he made his way up the walk to the five steps that led to a half-wall porch that covered the entire front of the small house. Ryan had to assist him a bit navigating the stairs, as there was no railing; just a two level wall on either side of the steps. He made a mental note to have a rail installed.
André stopped outside the door. Ryan could hear the dogs on the other side. They were whining and boofing. He could imagine them writhing in excited anticipation. He hoped André knew what he was doing. Ryan took the key that he had been given at the hospital from his pocket, pulled the screen door open and inserted it in the lock.
André raised his hand holding the tripod cane, indicating Ryan should wait. He moved in front of Ryan and took a deep breath. “Okay,” he said and gestured to the door.