Chapter Thirteen
Melanie moved about the bright shiny kitchen with its large gas stove and the extra large refrigerator, thinking she'd died and gone to heaven. It was perfect, simple, functional, and free of all the sticky pangs of anguish that used to prevail on her every time she walked through her Aunt's rambling old house. This apartment was modern, with expansive windows looking out on the city, and furniture that she and Tony picked out because it was warm and inviting, while it was still modern in style. She loved the airy rooms with views to the city below, the feeling of expanding her mind, not cramping it down in tight corners. She kept few things from the old house. Just Aunt Daisy's old chair that had been in the attic. That she'd completely re-upholstered so
