An excerpt from The Key Keeper: An Alex Ridley Adventure
Dressed from head to toe in hot pink, the lady’s skin was stretched tightly across her high cheekbones, rouge applied with what looked like a paint chipper. She had on high tops with neon green laces and her gray hair hung in an uneven bowl cut around her ears. She came close to Alex, looking him directly in the eye with her own blue ones over the upper rims of her glasses tied to her neck with a beaded string.
“So,” she said, “you’re Alex, huh?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Yes…I am?” he asked, tilting his head to the left.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Boy,” she said, pointing a well-tanned bony finger at him, “as long as you address me as ma’am, we’ll get along fine as frog hair this summer.”