Oscar’s arms are protectively wound around Maggie’s shaking form as they ride home in the back of a cab. He feels a little guilty because he’s enjoying it so much as Maggie snuggles in closer.
It would be near perfect if the ruddy cabbie wasn’t watching them in the mirror almost as much as he’s watching the road. Oscar is going to say something, but then the taxi driver clears his throat, and says, “Don’t worry, lady. You’ll get through this. Look, I know this lawyer can probably help. I can give you his card, you want.”
Oscar feels the difference in the timbre of Maggie’s shaking, as she pulls her face away from his neck. Her eyes are red rimmed and her face is streaked with what used to be make up, but her lips are tightly clenched together to keep the giggles in.
“No, that won’t be necessary, thanks.” Oscar assures the cabbie as the cab pulls up in front of Fyfield House.
Oscar pays the guy and opens the cab door. Giggling, Maggie takes Oscar’s hand for help getting out of the car. She slams the door and watches as the cab pulls away. Turning back to Oscar she says, “Look Oz, I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I don’t know why this is getting me so bad.”
“It’s fine Maggie. You just have too much imagination. Come on up, I’ll buy you a drink.”
