Homeless to Homeless
"Could you open the gate for me?" Naina looked at the Yellow Cab taxi driver, his eyes complaining of poor sleep. The February chill accompanied by a moonless sky made her shiver as she stood with a Kohl’s poly-bag, trying to balance the ‘things’ inside with one hand and her little baby boy sleeping on her shoulder with another.
“Of course.” The driver spoke in a fake fruity voice, bending backward and opening the rear seat door for her.
“Hi, I can place this bag on the seat, or do you want me to place it in the trunk?”
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