完形填空Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living. One time in the middle of the night, an old lady in her 80s1 my taxi. She gave me an address, and then asked: "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't2 ," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice (临终关怀医院).
I don't have any family left. The doctor says I don't have very long."
I 3 shut off the meter (里程表).
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She 4 me the building where she had worked, the neighborhood where she and her husband had once lived, the place where she danced as
a girl. As the sun was rising, we got to the hospice.
"How much should I pay you?" she asked, reaching into her purse (钱包).
"5 ," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other6 ."
"You gave an old woman a little moment of7 ," she said. "Thank you."
I drove into the fine morning light. 8 me, a door shut. It was the sound of the9 of a life. I drove aimlessly (漫无目的地), lost in thought. For the rest of the day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had got a(n) 10 driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift (换班)? What if I had refused to take the run?
