The nosy cab driver, and lessons in rejection.
A Sunday letter, arriving on a Tuesday.
Dear Friend,
I had this cab driver the other day. I try not to take many cabs, but I was running late to my appointment at the Hôpital Necker and so I hailed one. My driver was a woman who I can’t imagine was younger than 80. If she was 75, it was a very weathered 75 (or a very we…
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