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The taxi driver stopped and turned the radio right down, cutting off a cheesy eighties song mid-chorus. Sian opened the door and placed her crutches on the ground. Kris jumped from the front seat and appeared next to her.
'Wait. Come here.' He was raising his voice.
'Can't even let me try with the crutches.'
'When you're out of the car, maybe,' Kris said. He pulled her from the vehicle with a jerk and steadied her on the pavement. ‘b****y independent, modern woman!’ He said this like it was swearing and Sian gave him a warning glare.
She placed the crutches down properly and stood, steady and balanced. 'See? I'm fine. If you want to be useful then go pay the driver.'
Kris reluctantly turned away and Sian headed towards the door. She caught her goo
