The small yard on the first floor was close to the residential pathway. That was where people often walked their dogs or took their kids out for a stroll. It wasn’t exactly peaceful.

Edmund was clearly a man of taste. As he stepped onto my balcony, he took a quick glance around and said, “You and Andrew went to school together and you’re both doing pretty well now. Why is his place at WTC more refined while yours looks like some abandoned backyard vegetable ...