Dylan was silent.
According to the little woman's temper, she would rather walk home than get in his car in a rage.
After pondering for a long time, he sighed and said, "contact the taxi company and get a cab to take her home."
***
Ten minutes later, an empty cab slowly drove up and stopped in front of Savannah.
Savannah rose unsteadily, dried her eyes, and got in the car.
She told the driver her address and then collapsed in the back seat. She couldn't lift a finger, for she was weary and hungry. The pain on her bare feet and the shattered dress reminded her what a terrible night she had gone through.
The car sped through the road and was soon back downtown.
At the intersection, the car stopped at the traffic light. In the back seat, Savannah revived after a rest and sat up straight. Then, as if she suddenly remembered, she turned to the driver and said in a hoarse whisper, "sir, please go to another place first."
