Bab 85: Perfect Time To Arrive.

The taxi had stopped for a while now but the ladies remained in the back seat, staring at each other as if they were speaking through their eyes.

The driver, sitting in front, hesitated to break the silence to tell them they had arrived at their destination. But just when he summoned the courage to do it, one of the ladies—the blonde haired one—beat him to it.

"Do you have the elevator card with you?" she asked.

"In my backpack."

"Your script book?"

"That's in my backpack too. I wouldn't leave that at home."

"Flat sandals or slippers?"

"Those too. They're in my backpack."

A relieved sigh, then..."Finally, your brothers-in-law?"

"In my backp—No! I left them back at home with Nancy. She promised to drop them off at the daycare on her way out. Are we good to go now?"

"I guess so," came the bland reply.