Berlin knew the address. The property was one of the largest, most impressive estates in Point Grey. On the grounds, a long spruce and maple tree-lined lane led to a Victorian mansion with large wraparound decks and a widow walk. An elderly woman - Esther Donaldson - owned it. Berlin had never met Mrs. Donaldson. She had limousines and chauffeurs. He had, however, met some of her servants.
Berlin considered his passenger. She's a non-talker, he thought. That's okay; I get all kinds. He leaned forward and turned up his music. Some of Berlin's passengers viewed him simply as a means of transport. These passengers remained silent throughout their ride - not needing nor wanting to invade his space. Any speech was limited to destination and payment.
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