The midnight hour was close at hand when Maggie stepped out of the cab. She paid the cabbie a crisp C-note and told him to keep the rest. The cabbie smiled and then checked to see if the bill was counterfeit.
"It's good," she told the driver.
"Well, you never can be too sure these days," the cabbie replied after tucking the bill into his front vest pocket. "You sure this is the place you want to be?" he asked.
"Yes dad," Maggie replied sarcastically.
The cabbie tipped his hat and pulled away, glancing into the rear-view to see what the girl was going to do.
Maggie grabbed the duffel bag and started walking towards the warehouse. She could hear the sound of music coming from within.
"Dancing," she muttered. "There's a time and a place for it... and now is not the time."
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