Ignoring Martha's call, she stormed out of the house and then into the street. Luckily for her, immediately she got to the roadside and a cab was coming her way and so she flagged it down.
"Where are we heading?" The cab driver asked, unlocking the doors.
After paying for her fare and giving the driver Myra's home address, she slipped into the cab. While on transit, she was shaking her legs widely as she tried to get the picture from her head but it was hard.
"Come on, get off, get off." She groaned, tugging her hair in frustration.
"Miss… are you okay?" The cab man asked. Ever since she got into the cab a while ago, he has been watching her through the rear mirror.
Instead of responding to his question, Dora sunk deep into the leather seat then grabbed her legs so they wouldn't
