Guardian Angel (1 Cab)
The phone rang as soon as he got out the cab. He wanted to leave it behind, but knew the cabbie would notice.
“Sir, your phone?”
“No, not mine. It must be somebody else’s.”
“No. I have to go.”
Then the driver would stretch across the seat to answer the call. Sally would describe the face of the missing, coat, hat, gloves; learn where he was.
Meanwhile, he wasn’t even sure of who he was; that was rather the point. But Sally—he pictured a sweet-natured child—that’s not right—she would always be there to rescue him.