Just like Harry said, a cab was there to pick her up right on time Monday morning. Carry on and her lap top in hand she rushed from the little two bedroom cottage out to meet the Taxi. How often had Harry sat in the back seat of a cab? They were on their way over to pick him up, when she insisted on stopping by the cafe and picking up something small for them to munch on. Breakfast was on her today... but not till they got to New York. There was a place in Hell's Kitchen she wanted to drag him off to! A real Irish breakfast.
"I wont be but a moment. Don't honk that horn Or so help me!"
She gave the driver the eye, he lifted his hands in to the air making sure she saw he had no intention on blaring the horn... after her warning that is. She did not want to wake Mrs. Flowers or disturb any of the neighbor's. Phone was picked up as she got out of the back seat... Leaning against the side of the cab waiting for Harry to pick up. She was fidgeting with her shirt, tugging the floral print baby doll down a little, The design of it hugged around her bust, falling in to a sweeping flare down to her hips. Black thin legged jeans showed off the tones shape of her slender stems, and strappy saddles finished off the dog days of summer out fit. She would fit in on the New York streets... or down south in some small town market. She waited for the phone to be answered on the other end, smile spreading out over her lips the moment she heard his voice.
"Hey Handsome... I'm out front.. you ready to go?"