Dead Ringers
“The driver kept a clean taxi and unlike many of those in his occupation, didn’t try to engage his passengers in small talk. Occasionally, voices crackled over the radio as the dispatcher ordered other drivers to addresses where they would pick up their fares. The wipers sluiced rain off the windshield. The taxi shot through a vast puddle, tires throwing a tidal wave onto the sidewalk.
“You’re mad at me,” Lili said.
Tess kept her breathing steady, trying to ignore the throbbing in her spine. “I’m not.”
“But—”
“Let’s just get there, okay?”
Lili pressed her lips together and turned to stare out the window. After twenty seconds or so she spoke a single, quiet word. “Okay.”
Minutes passed during which Tess reminded herself that they had been incredibly fortunate to get a cab. In retrospect they could have had the doorman at the Nepenthe call one for them, but neither of them had been thinking clearly when they had emerged from the hotel. Tess had just wanted to get away from the place.
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