Face pressed against the window, Zhen stared at the woman trying on the red shoes while her husband, in the expensive suit sat there. One of these days, I’ll be like her, trying on fancy shoes in a fancy store and married to a man in a fancy suit.
“Daydreaming again?” an impatient voice asked. It was Ming. “When are you going to get it into your head that you won’t have the kind of life you’re dreaming about? Which decent man’s going to marry you?”
“Do you know who that is?”
Ming stared at the woman in the store and shook her head. “No.”
“That’s Shu. She was one of us and now look at her.”
Ming gawked at Shu. “Really?”
“Yes. So, if she can do it, so can I.”
Just then, the door of the store opened and a voice yelled, “Go away. We don’t want your kind of business here.”
“I’m going to have Shu’s kind of life one of these days,” Zhen vowed as they hustled away.