That’s what our first store has become now. A boutique hotel. In its shophouse days, we lived inside for a year with the dog, taking out the rubbish only at night.
Last night when I got out of the cab along its kerb, it occurred to me if I should ever forget, I will not.
The above mannequins and angels greet us when we come home, the former from our first store days, the latter from my uncle who wants to sell the ‘garden’ piece in our store. He had dreams of the angels staring at him …
But that’s not why it has not been offered for sale at Stevie. He bought it at Carrefour.
Beauty has a way of attracting dust, standing above.