Renting and Resolving
Closure-less conflict is inevitable in this life. Sometimes, it seems like our only companion.
I went out with some friends tonight to get some air and walk the city. We took public transportation to the Lincoln Park area to wander and look in shops. It was good to be together for one last adventure before Easter weekend. We were cool, checking out the scene and acting ridiculous, when one of the guys suggested going into a boutique that was doing a liquidation sale. The atmosphere was hip, the clothing overpriced, and the random household goods were really unique. Essentially, your typical upscale Chicago shop, albeit with flip-flops from Morocco splattered in among table decor resembling fish.
My friend was checking out an unorganized shelf of goodies and picked up a container labeled in French. I turned to examine