You dont have to do this, she turned her head to speak to the cabbie who was following along just behind her.
Yeah, I do lady, he replied. I got instructions. I gotta make sure you get home all right. He was built like a fireplug. His gray hair was cut so short that in the right light it looked more like a coating of frost. His nose had been broken some time in the past, and there was a curved scar over his left eye. He smiled at her. As rough as he looked, his smile was warm and reassuring. Just let me do my job, okay?
All right, Marie sighed. Are you going to walk me to my door too?
The cabbie shook his head and chuckled. This aint too bad a neighborhood, he said, But even so I aint gonna leave my cab alone for that long. The door to the buildings got a lock, right?
