“Đó là một cửa hiệu...” “It’s a store...”

“It’s a store...”

It’s a store that specializes in antique porcelain. She goes around it with a finger on her lips. Tsss! We must be quiet when we come near the tea cups. Not a breath allowed near the tea cups. Not a breath allowed near the sugar bowls. A teeny grain of dust has fallen on a wafer-thin saucer. She makes an “oh” with her owlet-mouth. On her feet she wears soft, thickly padded slippers around which mice scurry.