
The phrase 'we have a storefront at home' exposed their marriage. Her husband advised, 'Don't fight with your brother-in-law.' She nodded, 'Okay, I won't.' Only to see her at Heritage Row, accepting account books from her father. When she lit the first lamp on Heritage Row, and those who looked down on her lined up to be tenants, the man cold to her showed up with a belated apology. Elara Lane smiled: 'Want a shop? Follow procedure. No special treatment.'