Not My Sister s KeeperChapter 3
The driver's name was Jolly but he didn't seem to have any sense of humor at all. He looked disapprovingly at my single travel bag and inquired in a flat and emotionless voice, "Is that all, Madame?' I nodded my head and sank into the soft leather after the long tiring lines at the international arrivals section of the airport. It was harder to get out of the airport than it was to get into it on the other end. The entire area in front of the main entrance was bedlam with cars, buses...