Chapter 29

The building in which the space for our business was located, I don’t think I’ve talked much about it, it was beautiful. It was in a complex on the block of one of the most bustling places with beauty shops and everything in between. There was a quaint little traditional coffee shop with a very friendly owner, apparently, she was the widow of a famous popstar and an ex-model, she reminded me of Iman who was the wife of David Bowie, who surprisingly was a popstar too before he died. She had come around the moment Yolanda and I hung up our shingles to advise us on what was trendy, what decors to put up, and all that. She was a really sweet woman. As was the man who owned the pastry shop. He was a sweet Italian, Lorenzo, who had brought us a box of donuts to welcome us. Everyone was friendly. The only shop not taken was the one above us which was nice because the former occupants had been a records-owner couple.

Nolan had insisted on dropping Nolen off at school today. It’s not like I ha