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After getting gassed up, I pulled Agatha, that's my cab, into the awning shade at the 7-11. It was a Thursday afternoon and the hot sun beat down on us like a hammer. No other cabbies were about, so I had the shadow basically to myself. And while I was waiting, I kicked back with a Courtney Crumrin comic. Three o'clock on another long day. Or so it seemed. About half way down the page—Courtney was getting herself in trouble—a shadow crossed the passenger's side door, it opened, and a guy slid in. I listened to the door close and decided that this was an okay time to take a fare. But something felt off, like the dude was wearing the wrong co

I The phone rang. Vex let the machine get it. "Hey, it's your dad. Now, I know some words were said—" That was all she needed to hear before she knew she could ignore it. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and corrected her hastily done makeup while she listened to him ramble. The concentration it took to produce a recognizable Eye of Isis was all that kept Vex from walking into the living room, picking up the phone, and hanging up on him. "—would you pick up the phone, Vicks, I know you're there." A long pause followed; Vex leaned out of the bathroom. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're upset. Just—well, if you get over it—give your old da