I was at the taxi rank, waiting for a fare, when a huge bundle of white climbed into the back of my cab.
"Just drive!" The bride said.
I flicked on the meter and pulled onto the street, managing a whole twenty seconds before I had to ask.
"I presume we're running away, not running to?"
She laughed darkly.
"Something like that. He chose an inconvenient day to show me who he really was."
I tried to work out how to pry, but then she continued.
"Both my sister AND my best friend, and Mom!"
I turned off the meter.
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