Next to it was a free-standing pedestal sink with a mirrored built-in medicine cabinet behind it.
It had a faded, open-front black seat, the kind you find in a commercial building.
And under it, a big ass steam radiator.
I made it through the door just in the nick of time.
Next to the bathroom and perpendicular to it was another door.
She fumbled with the key and opened it.
The studio apartment had the same high ceilings as the bathroom.
The entire floor was marble, too.
It was all partially hidden behind a small breakfast bar with a white marbleized Formica top.
Most were going for double and triple that.
There wasn’t a whole lot to think about.
I didn’t hesitate.
I told her I’d take it.
I hit the fucking jackpot!
I called him immediately and told him I did.
The search was over.
I was finally returning to my birthplace.
Life was so fucking good!
To be continued…
*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…
