I thought of my home-office away from home — a sizable café down the street from my place called Cream. I like having a place to go where I can work in the company of others but not with them. At Cream, there seems to be an implicit pact upon entering that people will do their best not to disturb each other. On a few occasions, I have witnessed an unleashed toddler reigning supreme, the patronage surrendering their good moods to the deafening squeals.
“You know, Jane, I think this whole Java Mama thing needs to take off,” I said. “It should be a chain.” My sister shot me a skeptical glance. “I’m serious,” I said. “If they had more cafés and restaurants and movie theaters that catered to kids, then I could go about my day in blissful peace and quiet.”
“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” Jane said sarcastically. “You’ve got a lot of vacancies in your building, don’t you?” This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes. n
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