The ongoing struggle of a guru turned limo driver. Last week: Chartan drives home after visiting Brazil who is recovering from surgery.
Rather than run to the apartment, Chartan held the steering wheel at 10 and 2 as he did when he was driving a fare. Straight ahead about 15-feet away was the first floor window of a unit that appeared to Chartan to have new tenants every few months. The white blinds were drawn while all the other units had had glassy reflections of the day’s end. Was anyone behind those blinds? Did it matter? Why was his racing mind dwelling on such a trivial fact?
Tomorrow was a work day. He was to drive Ms. Minerva to San Francisco for the first time in three months. She’d specifically requested that he’d be her driver. He should be pondering why she wanted him behind the wheel, not who was behind those blinds, if anyone. But a strange force was telling him that there was a person of great interest in that unit. He checked his face in the rear view mirror. He frowned, smiled, then closed his eyes.
Slowly he drifted back to Ms. Minerva’s mansion where he’d encountered the temptress, Elisa, in the aftermath of a concussion suffered at the hands of the car window bandit. It had been a bizarre time in his life, one he wanted to forget.
The blinds in the first floor unit shot up as if pulled to excess. Was that a naked woman staring at him? Elisa? Chartan opened his eyes and struggled for air. The blinds were down.
He left the car quickly and marched to the building entrance with thoughts of how he might avoid driving Ms. Minerva. The evil of Elisa had returned.
To be continued…