Chapter 46
I was about to strike up a conversation, but a different waiter came over and set down our drinks—just that quickly. He politely went over the chef’s menu for the night and made suggestions, practically ordering the food for us.
When he walked away, I cleared my throat. “How was your day today, mother?”
“It was pretty good...They let me run the shop by myself. They’re going to let me choose the new treatments for the windows tomorrow. I already know what kind I want to get.”
“What type is that?” Olivia asked.
“Woven bamboo shades. One of our customers told me that they would make the place look more authentic, so I think I’m going to take the advice.”
“Yellow or brown?” Olivia raised her eyebrow.
“Brown.” My mother sipped her juice. “The walls in the shop are all painted
