Kurt hung on tight. It was a crazy ride. The cab man was
weaving in and out of traffic. Kurt thought they might crash.
Part of him was frightened. But part of him found driving at
that speed exciting. It was like riding in a race car.
“Do you have a license to drive?” Kurt called to the
driver.
“Yes. All cab drivers must have a license,” the driver said.
“And they teach you to drive like this?”
“No, no,” said the driver. “It takes years and years of
driving to become an expert like me!”
They made it safely. Kim paid the driver and gave him a
tip. She and Kurt went in to see their mom.