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170 | N. PAUL ONUZURUIKE

Living Home off I-285 and Johnson Ferry N.E. Sandy Springs, GA. "Oh my gosh ... Can't

believe we're here already." Except for three or four vehicles in the lot, the well-
maintained huge house looks nothing like a business or retirement home.

Gabriella reaches for her purse, "I truly enjoyed our conversation ..." slips him
a Lincoln for a tip. "... Would you like to come later so we can talk some more?"

"Sure, I would like that. About what time?"

"Six-thirty ... Does that work for you?"

"Sixty-thirty it is." Alonzo turns the ignition off, steps out, and walks around
to the rear passenger; then opens and holds the door for her.

"Thank you. Guess I'll see you then."

"Yes, Gabriella."

"Okay," she smiles at him and walks away toward the Home's main entrance.

Alonzo closes the passenger door, walks back to the driver's side, opens the
door, climbs in, and straps his seat belt. He pulls out of the parking lot, makes a right,

and heads for the I-285 ramp. The App on his smartphone buzzes just as he ascends
the ramp. He clicks on it -- accepting another ride request -- the third fare.

He takes Exit 26 on I-285, and the traffic light, he makes a left. The fare is a
good one -- taking him to the World of Coca-Cola on Baker Street. After dropping off