These were like nice fabric covered and padded seats that the seat and the back moved so that you could get comfortable. There was a drink holder buil... into the seat and a small table that could be brought up from the side of the chair and locked in place for each seat. This allowed for snacks to sit right there with you and hold your beer mug as well. It kind of looked like a school desk, but much more comfortable. There were six tiers of these seats with six seats in a group with a four-foot. They have an odor, check it out. Open one up and take a sniff on the inside. Get in there close and take a big whiff. What do you smell?”He opened the case that he had in his hand and followed my instructions. “Well, it’s a plastic smell. But the cases are made of plastic. They’re supposed to smell that way.”“You’re right, and Mr. Fuzzy has a highly developed sense of smell. At least as good as a bear. Don’t forget. He relies on all of his senses. And that includes smell. He can smell your pipe. The cook came over and asked who I was and I told him I guessed that I was Miss Daisy's son-in-law. "Bullshit," he said, "I know all of Miss Daisy's kin, and you ain't one of 'em."I shrugged and said, "Ask her."He looked in the office and never said a word to them in there. Looking at me he said, "I didn't know that Miss Katie had a twin, but it could just be. She surely looks like her." The cook was much more gracious then and rapidly had a bowl of stew in front of me while he put a hamburger. Toni felt a shiver pass through her andimmediately knew that something had changed, but she couldn't see what. She turned to Terrie with a question on her face.Terrie spoke first. "You will call me 'Mum'. Not Theresa or Tess oranything like that." She giggled slightly. "I've made you aboutfifteen, though you could fairly obviously pass for older." Isn't that going a bit far?" Toni queried. "We could have just shoppedin there anyway." I'm shopping for you anyway, and strangely it makes me.