From the look on Ash’s face, Kegan knew his arm was hurting again. He patted his jacket pocket to be certain he had Ash’s pills then led the way up the walk to the front door. As soon as he rang the bell, the door opened. Bernie looked just as he remembered, but older. His black hair was now pure white, but all there. He still stood tall and straight, and didn’t seem as if he’d added any weight since his retirement.
“I’d have known you anywhere, Mark,” Bernie said, gripping Kegan’s shoulder momentarily. “Come on in and introduce me to your friends.” He stepped to one side to let them enter. “Toss your jackets in the closet and have a seat.” He waved to the large brown sofa directly ahead of them in the living room.
When they’d done as he said, Bernie settled in a matching brown recliner facing them. “So?”
“That’s Ash,” Kegan said, nodding at Ash. “And this is Gage.”