Second floor. South-facing. The entrance hall was narrower than the Park Avenue standard by approximately eighteen inches, which should have felt like a reduction but instead felt like something edited down to its necessary elements.
The living room had two casement windows that looked onto the street, and Anya had been right about the sticking—one of them required both hands and a specific technique involving the latch and a slight upward pressure before it gave, which the building agent demonstrated with the practiced ease of someone who'd shown this apartment before and considered the window a feature, not a defect.
"How long has it been on the market?" I asked.
"Three weeks," Constance said. "The previous owner was a musicologist at Columbia. She lived here for twenty-six years."
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