Every café needs a name, and Ploy found the surprisingly hard. Jay suggested something in English, but Grandma Bua wanted a name that sounded to the neighbors. The family argued over dinner for a whole week. Then Uncle Somchai made a : before they chose anything, they should look through Grandma’s old photo albums. In the end, the came from a single black-and-white photograph. It showed the shop house when it was a noodle shop run by Grandpa. Above the door hung a sign painted by Grandpa himself. It said simply The Corner, and everyone in the lane still remembered it . Grandma Bua said that the new café should carry Ploy’s name, because Ploy had taken the to come home. So the café became Ploy’s Corner Café, a name that the old and the new. Uncle Somchai worked on the sign for three evenings. He used a piece of teak from the old shop counter, and Jay painted the letters in a green. When they hung the sign, neighbors stopped to it. One old woman said it was the most sign on the street. Ploy felt a deep sense of . The café was not open yet, but it had a name. That night, Grandma Bua looked at the sign for a long time and smiled .