The limo was a stretch. This guy must be some important businessman, I surmised. Probably makes him feel good to take pity on someone who’s lost everything.
I stepped into the limo and paused to admire how spacious the interior was. I settled into the leather seats and grabbed the bottled water that Kris handed me.
I had to chuckle as I visualized the view to someone on the outside peering in – seeing this bum in tattered clothes sitting inside.
“What do you think?” Kris asked.
“I’ll tell you what I think,” I asserted, deliberately.
“I think you’re some rich big shot who’s getting a kick out of giving a ride to some homeless bum on a cold Christmas Eve.”
“You think that’s what all of this is about?”
“Hell yes, that’s what I think! ...