It was completely dark now and she was grateful for the light that spilled out of the window of a small restaurant in the middle of the block. A taxi cab was parked at the curb. Its driver, a stocky man in his shirt sleeves, was sitting at the counter spooning sugar into his coffee and flirting with a blowsy looking waitress.
Romance in the fifties. Young love in bloom among the ash cans. Thank God she hadn’t much farther to go. Her feet were beginning to hurt. Starting tomorrow night she’d stop this walking.
Behind her a car motor raced and Lydia glanced back over her shoulder. The taxi cab was moving away from the curb. The girl’s answer must have been “no.”
She fished her small purse from her knitting bag and fumbled in it for her house key as she started to cross the street. It was
