As a reward for our good work, Rachel and I pour ourselves a glass of red wine and fall into the chic little armchairs, which are normally for the customers, and proudly admire our new empire. We got a much cheaper rent on the corner of Covent Garden on Floral Street since we took the apartment above it in the package. Rachel was looking for an apartment anyway when we opened the shop, so it was the obvious solution. She has been unpacked for half a year and now I'm coming.
I admit I felt a huge lump in my throat when we turned around for the last time, and, looking back, I saw Gran standing on the doorstep. She did not cry. At least, not outwardly. I had no intention of doing it either, but I couldn’t make it completely without blubbering. I know we aren’t losing each other or anything,
