He had on a driver’s cap, dark glasses, and was sporting a long beard. Ava had an urge to tug on it, see if it was real. He held up a sign: Ms. Ava Wilder. Ava pointed to the sign and the driver from the trolley, who was now pushing her wheelchair, wheeled her up to him. “’Allo,” the driver said with a slight bow. He sounded like the chimney sweep in Mary Poppins. He took in the wheelchair and his eyes widened. “I didn’t realize,” he said. “I can walk,” Ava said. “I’m just a little weak right now.” “Of course,” the driver said. He turned to the attendant. “I can take her from here.” “British luck to you,” the attendant said to her driver with a parting glance at Ava. “Leave the chair at the curb.” “Jerk,” Ava said under her breath. She clutched her suitcase on her lap as the driver wheeled her and Diana’s suitcase out to the curb where a boxy white car was waiting. Ava felt every bump the wheelchair hit along the way, and every noise jangled her nerves.
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