Mrs. Lewis squinted at him from behind thick lenses. "Oh it's you, Keith! How nice it is to see you again!"

Stretching out a hand so gnarled by arthritis that the fingers were bent sideways, she reached to touch him.

"Clara, dear, you remember Keith? Of course you do. We were all such friends. Where have you been, hm? Out getting into trouble again, no doubt. You were always dreadfully naughty!" she admonished with a wink and a laugh.