“Do you want to go back and get it?” Edwin asked, keeping his eyes on the busy road.
“No,” Rhea sighed in frustration. “I just want to get to the manor. I’ll deal with my notebook later.”
For a short time, they drove in silence. The sun was beginning to play hide and seek behind ever-thickening clouds.
Thoughts were racing through the young woman’s mind.
‘Is anything ever going to work out for me?’ she wondered
“Edwin, you seem wise,” she began. Edwin laughed, but listened. Rhea continued, “Why do things happen to me, and even when I try to do what’s best, things don’t work out?”
The cab driver stopped at a light, and turned around to look at Rhea.
“What?”
Rhea sighed, “Never mind. It was a crazy question.”