She unhinged her jewelry box and handed me my glistening Rolex. I put it back on, smiling
Rechama Jaffa with Musia Slavin
I opened my storefront on January 14. I closed it three months later, on March 18, 2020.
It was a state mandate, not a choice, but that didn’t make it any easier. When I pulled down the rolling metal gate, I didn’t know if I would ever reopen. How long would Covid last? Would my fledgling store survive? There was no way to know.
“It’s just my luck,” I vented to my parents. I opened a brand-new store and then — boom! — three months later the world descended into chaos.
Why did this have to happen just after I’d signed a lease?
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