After a couple more drinks and light appetizers, Mona had a confession. “I have no TV, so we’ll have to watch The Nightmare on my laptop, which is in my hybrid bedroom-office.”
Mona gestured from her kitchen to the hallway. Her apartment was remarkably narrow; once she opened her bedroom door, she could see everything from the head of the bed. She’d leased the apartment after taking a virtual tour, and she realized the many benefits of seeing everything at once. This design meant that her kitchen island acted as the dining room, and her living room was nonexistent. Mona had purchased a chair from a thrift store and put it in one corner, facing a bookshelf with an end table that was now stacked high with psychological journals and old Renaissance poetry tomes. From day one of the apartment
