Chapter 17My taxi arrived at the Boston Shaded Parlor around eight o’clock on Sunday night. I’d taken a cab from the airport because I wasn’t going to drive. Boston drivers were crazy and the traffic from the airport into the city was far from calming to a non-Boston driver. Because the airport was out in the harbor, the roads go through tunnels. I’d never liked tunnels, even the ones in Baltimore, but Boston’s were older and narrower, and I really didn’t want to drive in them.
My taxi stopped in front of the Shaded Parlor. I paid, got out with my suitcase, and looked around. The weather was damp and a little chilly, but this was Boston, in early November, so what did I expect? I pulled my suitcase into the Parlor.
The handsome young host was standing at the front desk.
“Ah, Ms. Cleaver
