Turning his head, Shelby saw two figures on the stairs - a rather stocky, the other thin. At their feet screamed barking ball of white fur. Clay sighed. - Welcome to "Park View"! - Intoned the man said, reminding the Colonel from Kentucky Civil War - light suit, beard, narrow tie. - This is my wife, Mary Alice. - How are you feeling, dear? - Clay's mother asked. She was much thinner husband, her tight fitting silk peach-colored neck was adorned with a beautiful necklace of moonstone. She had brown eyes and small regular features. Shelby saw in the faces of the parents separate features Clay, but he was completely not similar to the mother or the father.