Good things come to those who wait, the fortune had read.
Her Daily Errands
“I couldn’t even begin to explain,” she told him.
Someone blew their horn. The toll keeper leaned out of his booth and examined the line of cars. The Mid-town was backed up all the way into Manhattan. There’d been some kind of robbery in the city. To make matters worse, only his lane accepted cash; the rest were Ezy-Pass.
She handed him a
