I’d never been to a place like this. Molared between a cell phone store and a paper lantern shop was the lingerie boutique with the girls in the black uniforms who all looked a bit like my daughter, in different ways.
Sometimes, I’ll put down the window as I drive to the shops and force as much wind into me as I can, until it burns my nose and puffs out my cheeks like I have a mouthful of marbles.
