“THANKS FOR THE RIDE,” Chandelle said as she slipped out of the rain and into Luella’s passenger seat. “Otherwise it’s three buses to Scarborough. Actually, two buses and a subway. Either way, would have taken me for-ehhhh-ver.”
She drew out that last word so it took forever to say.
“And thanks for picking me up,” she went on. “I really could have walked. My building’s basically across the street from your house.”
Across the street and yet worlds away, Luella’s husband would have said—though Gianni wouldn’t have phrased it quite so delicately.
Anyway, Chandelle made it sound as if Luella lived on the main road, which she most certainly did not. Jane Street, at this juncture, was populated primarily by strip plazas full of cheque cashing facilities, shops that sold fifty brands of
