a DUI trotted in. Holly watched her.
The passenger seemed more like Cathy than like Holly. Holly couldn’t imagine her sister having a DUI. Cathy didn’t have time for foolishness like revoked licenses and surprise pregnancies.
And she sure would never be caught dead driving a cab.
As she watched for her passenger to come out of the bank, Holly’s phone buzzed, and she saw Juliet’s face on her screen. She clicked it on. “Hey, Sis. What’s the bad news?”
“Jay just got arrested.”
She sucked in a breath. “No! Did you call Cathy?”
“Yes, but they should have told her first, and they didn’t. They took him in, and now Jackson’s asking all sorts of quest ions.”
“I’m coming over after I drop off my passenger.”
“Don’t tell anybody. I know you like to talk to them.”
“Juliet, I’m not sharing our family’s dirty laundry. But it doesn’t matter, because this is going to be all over the news. Probably even nationally because of Cathy’s blog following.”
Juliet sighed. “I know. Poor Jay. What are we gonna do?”
The woman came back out of the bank, her skirt blowing behind her in the breeze. She slipped into the backseat. “Thank you. We can go now.”
Holly nodded. “Juliet, I have to go. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Okay. Drive careful.”
Juliet couldn’t resist mothering her. Holly cut off the phone and glanced in her rearview mirror. “Where now?”
“433 Westhaven Street.”
Holly glanced back at her as she pulled out of the parking lot. “What do you do?”
“I’m an event planner. Parties all the time.” She said it as if the concept disgusted her. “Ironic for someone who has issues with alcohol. Parties can ruin your life.”
“Tell me about it,” Holly said. “I used to take pride in my partying.” She thought of telling the woman that she was pregnant, that she didn’t know how she’d tell her family, especially when they were going through such a tough time already, that she wasn’t equipped to take care of herself, much less a little baby.
After all, she’d probably never see the woman again.
But that was absurd. There was no one she could tell. No one at all.
She dropped the woman off and gave her her card. “If you need a taxi again, ask the agency for me. I could use the business.”
“Sure will. I feel more comfortable with you than with some guy.” The woman got out, then bent back in through the open window and handed Holly the fee. “What are you doing driving a cab, anyway?”
Holly shrugged. “Girl’s gotta make a living.”
As she drove to Juliet’s house, her left hand rested on her stomach. How big was the baby at this stage? Did it have eyes? A brain? Was it already a boy or a girl?
How would this child feel, having a loser mom raising him? Or her?
What would she tell him when he was old enough to ask about why she drove a cab?
Well, see
,
I could have gone to college like my sisters. I could have gotten grants and loans
,
but I figured I’d wing it
.
Or she could tell the truth.
I barely graduated high school and lost every other job I had because of hangovers and oversleeping. Cab driving suits me. I can set my own hours and no one can fire me
.
No, it wasn’t something she would have chosen. She hadn’t grown up wanting to be a cab driver. Her mother would turn over in her grave.
Her overachieving sister had tried to talk her out of it and had made phone calls to get her other jobs. Eventually, Cathy had quit trying, because Holly managed to embarrass her every time.
Now even Juliet accepted what she had to do to pay her rent. She’d lost umpteen jobs, and when no one would hire her because of her own record of failures, she had started thinking outside the box.
She saw a want ad for taxi drivers, and applied. She’d been hired, and for a while had driven the agency’s cab. Then a friend retired and offered to sell her his taxi.
In the interest of keeping her working, Juliet and Bob had
The passenger seemed more like Cathy than like Holly. Holly couldn’t imagine her sister having a DUI. Cathy didn’t have time for foolishness like revoked licenses and surprise pregnancies.
And she sure would never be caught dead driving a cab.
As she watched for her passenger to come out of the bank, Holly’s phone buzzed, and she saw Juliet’s face on her screen. She clicked it on. “Hey, Sis. What’s the bad news?”
“Jay just got arrested.”
She sucked in a breath. “No! Did you call Cathy?”
“Yes, but they should have told her first, and they didn’t. They took him in, and now Jackson’s asking all sorts of quest ions.”
“I’m coming over after I drop off my passenger.”
“Don’t tell anybody. I know you like to talk to them.”
“Juliet, I’m not sharing our family’s dirty laundry. But it doesn’t matter, because this is going to be all over the news. Probably even nationally because of Cathy’s blog following.”
Juliet sighed. “I know. Poor Jay. What are we gonna do?”
The woman came back out of the bank, her skirt blowing behind her in the breeze. She slipped into the backseat. “Thank you. We can go now.”
Holly nodded. “Juliet, I have to go. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Okay. Drive careful.”
Juliet couldn’t resist mothering her. Holly cut off the phone and glanced in her rearview mirror. “Where now?”
“433 Westhaven Street.”
Holly glanced back at her as she pulled out of the parking lot. “What do you do?”
“I’m an event planner. Parties all the time.” She said it as if the concept disgusted her. “Ironic for someone who has issues with alcohol. Parties can ruin your life.”
“Tell me about it,” Holly said. “I used to take pride in my partying.” She thought of telling the woman that she was pregnant, that she didn’t know how she’d tell her family, especially when they were going through such a tough time already, that she wasn’t equipped to take care of herself, much less a little baby.
After all, she’d probably never see the woman again.
But that was absurd. There was no one she could tell. No one at all.
She dropped the woman off and gave her her card. “If you need a taxi again, ask the agency for me. I could use the business.”
“Sure will. I feel more comfortable with you than with some guy.” The woman got out, then bent back in through the open window and handed Holly the fee. “What are you doing driving a cab, anyway?”
Holly shrugged. “Girl’s gotta make a living.”
As she drove to Juliet’s house, her left hand rested on her stomach. How big was the baby at this stage? Did it have eyes? A brain? Was it already a boy or a girl?
How would this child feel, having a loser mom raising him? Or her?
What would she tell him when he was old enough to ask about why she drove a cab?
Well, see
,
I could have gone to college like my sisters. I could have gotten grants and loans
,
but I figured I’d wing it
.
Or she could tell the truth.
I barely graduated high school and lost every other job I had because of hangovers and oversleeping. Cab driving suits me. I can set my own hours and no one can fire me
.
No, it wasn’t something she would have chosen. She hadn’t grown up wanting to be a cab driver. Her mother would turn over in her grave.
Her overachieving sister had tried to talk her out of it and had made phone calls to get her other jobs. Eventually, Cathy had quit trying, because Holly managed to embarrass her every time.
Now even Juliet accepted what she had to do to pay her rent. She’d lost umpteen jobs, and when no one would hire her because of her own record of failures, she had started thinking outside the box.
She saw a want ad for taxi drivers, and applied. She’d been hired, and for a while had driven the agency’s cab. Then a friend retired and offered to sell her his taxi.
In the interest of keeping her working, Juliet and Bob had
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