CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
I'd never heard so many honking horns in my entire life. They seemed to come at us from every direction. As I looked out the window of the yellow cab, I clenched every one of my muscles in expectation of being hit by another car.
This was New York and, apparently, this was the norm. That's what the taxi driver told me, anyway, when we arrived at my new address on East 57th Street.
'Enjoy your stay in New York,' he grinned as I climbed out, letting him remove my bags from the boot.
'I'm sorry,' I asked, but which building is it?'
The overweight but very cute driver gave me a lazy smile and pointed just two doors down.
'That's the one. Very swanky. See ya,' he yelled as he hopped back in the car and drove off, narrowly missing a couple of other yellow cabs in the p
