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Zoe
An older woman I’ve seen walk by a few times stops in front of the store window. She taps the glass with a fingertip. I wave to beckon her in, which is clearly what she wants.
The door is unlocked and she breezes inside, bringing in a gust of icy wind. Somehow, the air feels colder here than it did in Queens.
“Hi.” Her lips are stretched into a wide smile. “I’m Sherry Gunn. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m so excited this store is reopening. For the longest time, it looked like it would be empty forever.” She offers me her hand.
“Hi Sherry. I’m Zoe Perez. Thanks so much for stopping by.” I’m just glad for the opportunity to strike up a conversation with another adult. “I’ve seen you walk by a couple of times.”
Sherry nods. “I didn’t want to disturb you before, but it look
