I don’t think the driver noticed my tears.
I had slipped away to over a year ago, in another city.
I didn’t know at the time that it was the last time I’d see him, but I certainly knew it could be. I was crying that time too, and not saying a word. Just unseatbelted, riveted, trying to think a way out of getting on a plane.
Awful as it might sound, I love taking cabs.