False Premises (2004)
False Premises
“—Audrey Munroe With Linda Delgardio unable to meet me until eight P.M. and Steve Sullivan merely keeping “a distant eye” on Laura’s house—at least according to what he’d assured me on his cell phone— I rushed home after work, eager to unwind and tell my troubles to my cat, Hildi. My sleek black cat sometimes proved to be a better listener than Audrey Munroe, who could be so obsessed with preparing her show segments that she became oblivious to the fact that I, too, had a life.
For me, there was... nothing quite as inspiring and soul-cheering as the walk I took from my street parking on Maplewood Avenue into Audrey’s exquisite foyer. When designing this small, high-ceilinged entrance room, I’d angled the height of the chandelier so that, from Audrey’s slate walkway, the illuminated crystals glittered and beckoned through the transom like bright, dangling diamonds.
I unlocked Audrey’s ornate leaded-glass oak door and stepped inside, breathing in the sweet, warm air. In keeping with the Italianate design of this redbrick home, the floor was an Italian marble mosaic that made the footfalls of hard-soled shoes sound regal.MoreLess
For me, there was... nothing quite as inspiring and soul-cheering as the walk I took from my street parking on Maplewood Avenue into Audrey’s exquisite foyer. When designing this small, high-ceilinged entrance room, I’d angled the height of the chandelier so that, from Audrey’s slate walkway, the illuminated crystals glittered and beckoned through the transom like bright, dangling diamonds.
I unlocked Audrey’s ornate leaded-glass oak door and stepped inside, breathing in the sweet, warm air. In keeping with the Italianate design of this redbrick home, the floor was an Italian marble mosaic that made the footfalls of hard-soled shoes sound regal.MoreLess
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