Daisies, yellow pansies, and Tiger lilies sprouted around Amarillo Bay Rest Home, like gilded scruff on an unshaved chin. Of the six cars, one a late sixties Impala of dingy gold seemed vaguely familiar. There seated in amber lawn chairs, Barry found an old couple. The man, with loose yellowing white hair, trailing off his scalp; the woman, fearful, eyes wide open, legs wrapped by a topaz plaid blanket.
  "Why, 'ello," said the old man.