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Crazy windy last night, even for Chicago in February.
The view from the seventeenth floor and the unexpectedly reduced rent clinched our leasing the apartment. From our living room you could look past our balcony to a landscape of snowcapped buildings, the curve of the Gold Coast and Lake Michigan in the distance.
The apartment seemed a bargain and also brought us closer to our grandchildren.
Coffee was brewing and breakfast made when Tom finally rolled out of bed. I raced to the bathroom and locked him in. It worked for him yesterday, so I thought it only fair that I pay him back for being more obnoxious than usual.
“You open the door right now, missy, if you know what’s good for you,” he said.
“Having both your breakfast and mine in peace sounds pretty good to me.”
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