She woke to the driver rattling the barricade that divided the car. She jerked upright at the sound of his voice. “Miss. 455 Madison Avenue, the Palace,” he dictated in broken English, pointing out the window.
Jenny nodded clumsily and shuffled outside. Closing the cab door threw off her precarious balance and she stumbled back a few
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