Her outfit didn’t suit her surroundings at all. The plump lady was dressed in black heels and a blue skirt and blouse. She had red, short, curly hair and green eyes that were fixed on Riley.
Riley was stunned and speechless.
The old lady looked up at him. “Whom are you talking to, dear?” she said, in a tone that reminded Riley of his grandmother. Where had she come from? What was she doing out here?
The woman was staring at him, not saying anything; just staring at him with her very intense green eyes. Riley felt himself shiver. He was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. “My—my name is Riley,” he finally said and awkwardly thrust his hand out.
The woman took his hand with both of hers, but her hands were ice cold, and he immediately pulled away. The woman just stood there looking
