The Taxi Driver’s Impatient Signal
A sharp blast of a car horn cut through the sound of Mark’s shouting. I peeked through the kitchen blinds to see the yellow cab idling near the curb, just past Mark’s blocked SUV.
The driver was looking around impatiently, wondering where his passenger was. My children were so focused on pounding on the front door that they didn’t notice the vehicle waiting just a few yards behind them.
This was my window of opportunity to slip away unnoticed.