She took a deep breath and gave herself a Kate talk: “You can do this, Talia. You’ve done it before, you’ll do it again. Go for it, girl. Chaykie’s gym”
Talia dropped Esti off at her new school and turned to go.
She’d written it all down last night in a burst of confidence: Go back to the Shoppes for some market research — check out the clientele they attracted, gauge what kind of business would do well there, then make some connections back at the realty office and go. Contract signed, money in pocket.
Today, it all felt too daunting. She couldn’t go back to Tziptoes after returning those espadrilles, and besides, she already knew about the tzedakah collectors that congregated in the parking lot in the early afternoon.
Talia pulled into the parking lot and smoothed her sheitel. She gathered her folders and notes and did a quick review: Laya Roth, Tziptoes. It was really too bad she had returned those shoes. They would have been perfect, but $350 on shoes? Not Talia, not anymore.
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