Chapter 52The loft was sparsely furnished and not too modern, but clean and warm and comfortable enough for the short time she would live there. It was a spacious sunlit attic of a large Brownstone bordering Central Park, which had been converted to private guest rooms and studio apartments. There was privacy enough. At the front end were large paned windows, with each of the many tiny corners harboring a share of drifted snow. Across the street, Central Park lay under a blanket of white.
An unmatched sofa bed and chair in the middle of the room faced the fireplace on the side wall opposite the stairwell. Rachael immediately moved the chair to face one of the gable windows. That would be her meditation area.
An old refurbished kitchen was tucked in at the rear. A small balcony off the ba
