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He doesn’t ask for anything and yet I long to give hi

When the first raindrops hit my nose a chill covers oosebuht, or maybe I’m just more sensitive than ever before Su as suht now, I’d do just about anything for a cab Or a coat

“Thank God” I flail n on top of a yellow Caprice Classic on the street

I plop into the backseat and for a moment think of where to send the driver I settle on Pike’s address, and when it leaves my lips a sense of peace coas and the inertia settles me back into the seat

I pick upon to Facebook It’s not even thirty seconds before er

Mo you now

She doesn’t giveoff

“Hello, Mother” She’s in London so it’s a perfectly reasonable hour there, I guess She doesn’t even consider what time it is here

“What are you doing?” Her voice is sharp

I sigh “What do youat this moment or is this a broader question? Because if it’s ‘what aht now——”

“I got a call from Pierson Marcus”

Pierson Marcus Derrick’s father

My heart stops beating and the cold that was outside on the street is suddenly in the back of the cab with me

“What did he want?”

Truthfully, I don’t want to know the answer Fro that is going toa show tune