Ruthie monster.

The fear that the employee was displaying was akin to someone thrown in the deep end of a swimming pool without a life jacket or swimming skills. It was terror___, nightmare, wake up in a sweat kind of terror.

"What kind of special client is this? Is it the first lady of the country?" Grandma Mayfair asked.

She was asking herself but they all heard the question.

"Get your hands off of my mother, we are not leaving. Can't you tell by his hair who he is?"

Phoebe did not want to give up their Mayfair identities so she took advantage of David. He in turn was proud to flash a smile and lift the hat on his head. Like many other Saxon's, he didn't go around displaying his hair unnecessary. For Phoebe, however, if she needed it, he was even willing to pull out a free strands for the employee to test.

The woman's eyes of course widened and she bit her bottom lip, still nervous. She looked from them to the door, still displaying skittish behavior.