The route from the train station was lined with white colonial houses, in the style indigenous to suburban Connecticut. Jared had grown up in a place like this. Laura always wanted to move up here, he thought. She’d finally got her wish.
The cab driver kept looking up into the rear-view mirror. Jared had come to expect that look, but it still pleased him.
‘Hey–excuse me, but aren’t you that actor?’
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