‘Yeah,’ said Louie. ‘Me, I’d go nuts in that place of yours. Rattling around in it empty-like. Should have sold it when your old lady passed on.’
‘Couldn’t,’ said Crane. ‘It’s been my home too long.’
‘Ought to get married off, then,’ said Louie. ‘Ain’t good to live by yourself.’
‘Too late now,’ Crane told him. ‘There isn’t anyone who would put up with me.’
‘I got a bottle hid out,’ said Louie. ‘Couldn’t give you none across the counter, but I could put some in your coffee.’
Crane shook his head. ‘Got a hard day coming up.’
‘You sure? I won’t charge you for it. Just old friends.’
‘No. Thank you, Louie.’
‘You been seeing things?’ asked Louie in a questioning voice.
‘Seeing things?’