Pride opened the car door for her sister. "I must admit, I do like the finer things in life," she said, getting in after Wrath and lowering the divider. "Fifth Avenue, I think, to start," she told the driver, and they were off.
She opened the small compartment between seats. "Oh good, they remembered," she said, pulling out a bottle of old scotch and two tumblers. She poured some for both of them and passed one to Wrath.