"Do you have a telephone I could use?" Nachine asked, smacking money down on the counter.
"If it is a local call, I've got one."
"I'm calling for cab."
"Southfield Cab Company's number is on the side of the phone," he said. slipping her pizza in a brown lunch bag. "This is to go?"
Nachine walked by the cashier registrar. "I need my change first."
"Leave a quarter." The clerk cashed her out and passed her the food. Then he gave her money after counting it twice. Nachine slammed the quarter on the counter.
She had to get out the area, JLC's were getting too close. Nachine gave directions to the dispatcher when her call connected to the cab company. Then she drifted back to where she left her bags. Searching the store, she made sure JLC hadn't entered it while she was using the phone. When the cab appeared, Nachine gripped her hands around the bags and walked to the cab with her heart racing.
The cab driver got out to grab the bags. She waved him off, getting into the backseat.
"You're alright lady?" the driver asked frowning at her clinching the duffle bags under one of her arms and using the hand to gobble up the slice of pizza.
"I'm fine," she mumbled through the food. Then she pulled out a portion of the pizza.
"There's a Hilton on Northwestern," he said.
"Take me there."
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