She had a thought to open up a boutique
in her garage. Put some hooks on a wall
line up the bikes and skates,
organize his tools in alphabetical order
put up a cool Japanese divider
with artistic flair. She thought
the mid-forties women at the gym
would buy her knock off dresses
for forty bucks. She’d make cards
and pass them around, maybe
even announce it on her Facebook page.
Her husband hated the idea
so this helped her in establishing
its authenticity. She took a flight
to Toronto and met with her friend Stacey
who sold second hand bags in
large bins out of her garage. China.
That was the magic word. She spent
two days researching Ali, China, merchandise,
ex-high school lovers that Stacey and her dated.
They drank Pinot Grigio and fantasized about
Christian Gray scenarios. The smell of new
possibilities excited her so much that
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