Chicago Stories: West Of Western - Plot & Excerpts
Although the attic wasn't in use, in the winter heat leaked from the house below to warm the space on its way through the roof. Seraphy shuddered at the thought of Nika's heating bills. The only thing they'd have to work around was the chimney that slanted up through the center of the space.“Where do we start?” Nika danced around, too excited to stand still. Even this late in the afternoon, when most mortals were shifting into survival mode, Nika's eyes sparkled. “I can't believe I'm actually going to have a real studio that's not in the basement or garage. Light! Air!” Head back and arms out, she pirouetted the length of the attic.“We start with basic questions.” Seraphy frowned. If her client didn't settle down, this was going to be a long afternoon. She caught Nika's eye. “Sit down and take a minute to think before you answer, then tell me how you see yourself using the space. It's easier if you visualize your day—act it out for me. Don't assume I know anything.”“I never thought about that before,”
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