I hadn’t yet allowed myself to think about my parents’ big request. They wanted me to take over their shop, their life’s work. Their dream. They’d cleared it with Annie before asking me, but they wanted the whole thing to be mine. I swallowed a lump of emotion. It was an enormous honor. But was it my dream?
You said you’re happiest surrounded by books, and like people, and what else do you need? Probably most of us don’t love our jobs but you’re doing well with this?
