He had a mind to clear the passenger seat of trash. Hanna was a pebble in the stream as he did this, letting the moment wash over her. A part of her couldn’t care less about the squalor, and the dynastic part of her shuddered in the face of it. She was a contradiction, too long-lived to stay in a single groove. As the man stepped side, his work done, and gestured her into the cab, Hanna hitched herself up and swung into the seat with little more than a sidelong glance. There, she sat and adjusted her skirt and jacket, and settled in.
The SUV abandoned in their wake would be towed or it would rot; it wasn’t her problem now. Hanna watched the hazards blink in the rear-view mirror and grinned at the wastefulness of it all. Petty as it was, she wanted to scuttle another just to deny the Lotus its use. The man, her savoir, soon climbed into the driver’s side.
The SUV abandoned in their wake would be towed or it would rot; it wasn’t her problem now. Hanna watched the hazards blink in the rear-view mirror and grinned at the wastefulness of it all. Petty as it was, she wanted to scuttle another just to deny the Lotus its use. The man, her savoir, soon climbed into the driver’s side.