Chapter 23

“Oh, no. I own the entire building,” the other woman had answered.

Letting her imagination run, Kai pictured Engalla’s tiny house on the hill overlooking the water and mountains beyond it. Restoration of the old historic townhouses that were nestled shoulder to shoulder was taking place, and their facades were glass and earth materials as in the era when they were originally built. She had even heard that some of the houses were being restored with natural wood. In this city so far from the receding forests, the use of real wood on the outside of buildings, where it would weather and rot, was extremely expensive. She imagined, judging from Engalla’s clothing and demeanor, that her house would be done in the newest thermo-plast, and probably had been designed by one of the architects whose work was showcased in the videomags that were advertised on the net each moontide.