Lillian gave a smile. Her purse sat on the table. She reached for it, unzipped the top, took out her phone, and swiped once on the screen. She held the phone toward him. “I called an Uber,” she said. “How much did that cost you?” He’d taken that scolding tone adults do with their elderly parents. Lillian’s face flushed, and she set the phone down. “I called an Uber,” she said. “And now I’m here. Let’s leave it at that.”
