“Glad you like it.” She stood in an open-plan space, the kitchen area to one side, a living area to the other, and right in front, a smaller room jutted out, maybe eight feet square, no more, its floor covered by an oriental rug. A low, open-backed bench, loaded with pillows and a throw, was its only furniture. All it needed, because three walls and the ceiling were glass. The river floated below them, and the arches of the bridge soared to one side. DUMBO meant Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass, not very glamorous sounding, but shit, this place had it all and then some. She’d seen similar views, but she’d had to pay for them and only got a short time to enjoy them. He urged her gently forward, and she obeyed, not taking her attention from the view. Across the river she saw a living part of New York, not the view tourists got from Brooklyn Heights, but a grittier view that she loved all the more because it was real. A water tower, a dilapidated building next to the river, and the more usual skyscrapers and tall buildings beyond that.
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