Chapter 29 Fuck!
- 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 had a choice when they both planned it the night before leaving me out. It seems to be a tradition now to leave mommy out. Nolan has been an integral part of Nolen’s life since the turnout of events, the efforts he puts into being there for his son to make up for the lost years...It made me wonder why I ever kept his son away from him. I guess things have a way of falling into place.
- Since father and son had left early so Nolen would not be late for school, I was left at home. It was 10 before I finally left the house to see what Yolanda was up to. Business was already buzzing in the block when I arrived and Yolanda was on the phone making more tight business enquires. We still didn’t have a receptionist or even a doorman. Our shop was the second largest so a doorman was necessary.