Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 106

Up the street I saw Schmidt's daughter coming out of the Hotel Extasis. You couldn't miss those white-blonde pig tails. Only this time she wasn't wearing riding gear; she had on a yellow dress and a floppy black sun hat. She was trying to hail a cab, but this wasn't exactly New York City. They weren't on every block.

I saw a cab across the street from where I was, which was a couple of blocks down from where Miss Schmidt was. I went over and found the driver asleep with his bare feet sticking out of the window...