“As they approached the next intersection, an old man stepped into the street and tried hailing them like a taxi. He looked disheveled and near death, but he had a sharp whistle. Sabine ignored him completely and rolled through a stop sign. “That man seemed desperate for your attention,” Greta said. “I think he’s waiting for you to pull over.” “That’s my father,” Sabine said, and stepped on the gas. “He just wants a cigarette.”
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Jen Beagin,
Big Swiss
