High Priest of California
"Do you keep men in your apartment besides the animals?"
Alyce looked surprised.
"Why, no. Would you like some more coffee?" As she warmed mine up I heard a noise in the kitchen. Utensils shifted around. "That's Ruthie. We must have wakened her."
"You got the coffee pot out there?" It was a man's voice.
"Ruthie has a nice bass." I said it as casually as I could.
"That's just Stanley," Alyce said. "I have it, Stanley!" she called.
Stanley came into the room. He was in his fifties, if not more, with a thatch of gray tousled hair and a stubble of gray beard. An ancient multicolored bathrobe covered his body, but left exposed a