Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[Jack had been routinely terrible at observation for the space of several years, firstly by practice and then by habit. He was beginning to grasp the knack of it once more, which accounted for noticing how far the current outfit amplified the fact she looked barely out of teens if that and putting two and two together and making if not four, then at least three. The absence of anything that needled in the shape of her smile helpfully added at least half a clue. Sasha required battle-dress of a form he'd never seen before, clearly.]
A routine characteristic for a soccer mom car I have been told is reliability. Which this has, and the bike does not. Being utterly unfamiliar with soccer mom cars, I can claim ignorance. Mind the books, you can trample the newspapers. [Jack himself looked unobjectionable, given 'clean' had taken in at least a couple of months. Not quite clean-shaven, but the old leather jacket shrugged over distinctly ordinary gray cotton. He pulled away from the sidewalk without protest from anyone except the passenger, and the speed picked up as he navigated path out of town.]
Do the tights actually say anything, or is the lettering artfully illiterate?