Chapter 4:
A Taxi RideDecember 20, 2014
“Eighteen Pinckney Street, please,” Tara says as she slides inside the taxi's back seat. Her cell phone whooshes, delivering a text message to Laura and Leanne, explaining she's on her way.
“Cru Café?” The taxi driver asks with a familiar accent.
“Yes, thank you. I bet you didn't need the address,” Tara says, with a polite smile, noticing the attractive driver through the rearview mirror. “You probably know most of Charleston's restaurants.”
“Yep, I can navigate Charleston with my eyes closed,” he states with a chuckle.
Suddenly, Tara recalls hearing that dialect in New York. “Nice accent. Have you been in the States long?”
“Oh, thank you,” he says, with a quick glance in the mirror. “I've lived in America twelve years altogether—ten in New Yo
