Son compartido

The afternoon rush home in Downtown Chicago yields some lucrative rides sometimes. I stationed myself by the hotels near the Drake. Of course, within minutes the phone dings and it is a ride to Glenview. I accept and off I drove for the pickup. He arrived timely. Well dressed in a suit with folders in hand and a briefcase. He entered the car and dropped into the back seat like a ton of bricks. And then he began sobbing. Loudly and apologetically gasping for air between breaths.