THAT'S THE GOOD GIRL!

MILDRED

I nervously watched the chauffeur from the backseat as he set the car purring steadily and skillfully down the busy streets.

He was not the chauffeur a few days ago at Enid's business complex. There were so many of them as there were so many cars.

I sat in utmost silence, my palms were sweaty as I stared outside the window with my heart thumping at the thoughts of what I was going to say to Remy.

Was I to just deliver the bag and leave or I was to indulge in some conversation with him?

I knew better, it was best I delivered and...