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to fear us. We knew he was
just a kid too. My wife went
over to his house and begged
him to come over and visit
our son. But he said that
he had homework to finish.
He moved away after a few
months, and we never saw
him again. Until last week,
when he stepped in to my
taxi.
He got in and sat right behind
me, so maybe he didn’t
recognize my face. Or maybe
he did see me, and he sat
back there so he wouldn’t
have to talk to me. I could
see him in the rear view
mirror and I knew it was him
right away. Even though so
many years have passed, and
he isn’t a kid anymore, I still
recognize him. His eyebrows
were still practically glued
together, just like they were
back then. He was dressed
well, and after 20 some years
of being a taxi driver, I know
when someone has money,
and this guy had more than
most. He looked like a kept
man, probably kept by his
mommy and daddy, not a
woman. I wondered where
they got all that money,
because back in the day, they
didn’t have a cent to their
name, always borrowing left
and right. I’m positive they
made this money stealing
and
scamming
people,
there’s no other way I can
explain it.
My hands were clutching
the steering wheel, burning
with fury. Really, they were.
He gave me the address
for where he needed to
go. It wasn’t far, about 10
kilometers. But I knew that
in those 10 kilometers, I
had to do
something.
For