As I was leaving my Aunt Ann’s apartment building, she stuck her head into the cab and said to the driver, “Drive carefully. She’s precious to me.”
“What?” said the cab driver.
“it’s fine,” I said to Aunt Ann. “He’ll be careful.”
We pulled away.
“She’s my aunt,” I said to the cab driver. “She loves me.”
“Look,” said the cab driver.
Aunt Ann was standing in front of the apartment building, waving like crazy.
The cab driver tooted his horn and waved back. “Love is a powerful thing,” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “It is.”
“That’s good, right? That’s good. It’s everything.”
He waved at Aunt Ann again.
I turned and looked back and watched until she was gone.

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