Exiting the terminal at Los Angeles International Airport, Martin spotted Lily, who had come especially to pick him up today.
"Get in the car quickly, we can't stop here for long!" Lily opened the trunk of the red Cadillac, letting Martin and Bruce load their luggage and beckoning them to get in, she asked, "Where to?"
Martin replied, "Home."
Lily started the car and drove out of the terminal concourse. "I went to your place the day before yesterday to clean. I nearly killed myself doing it."
Martin gently patted the driver's seat, "I appreciate it."
Lily said, "You gave me a car and helped me find such a good part-time job, if I didn't do something for you, not only would Elena beat me up, I'd beat myself up."
At that thought, recalling her miserable trip back to Atlanta a few days earlier, she self-motivated, "I definitely have to earn more money, that way I'll have the confidence."
Martin casually added, "It's not about the money."
