“What will it look like?”
The driver shrugs, left blinker tinking. “I’ve heard whatever you want, like your best memory.”
“What about your passengers? What do they say?”
He shrugs again, meaty shoulders pulling in his uniform. “Wouldn’t know. I only drive the first leg of the trip. Someone else brings them back.”
I nod though I don’t know if he notices, his head facing the road, eyes scanning ...