Stars over Sunset Boulevard [antikvár]

Hollywood March 9, 2012 f/^hristine unfolds the tissue paper inside the pink- L/ striped hatbox and the odor of lost years floats upward. She is well acquainted with the fragrance of antiquity. Her vintage-clothing boutique offWest Sunset overflows with stylish remnants from golden years long since passed. "I thought you were going to hold off estimating that lot until this afternoon," her business partner, Stella, says as she joins Christine in the shop's back room. The two friends are surrounded on all sides by the wearable mis-cellany of spent lives. "Mr: Garceau, the man who brought this stuff in last night, just called. There's apparently a hat in one of these boxes that wasn't supposed to be included. He told me what it looks like. Iguess the family is anxious to have it back." Christine withdraws a paper-wrapped lump from inside the box, revealing at first just a flash ofmoss green and