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He took ht it for e Until then, I lived in Baltimore with him He worked at the University of Maryland Shock Trauma Center until he died"

"So you came to Manhattan and lived here all by yourself?"

He nodded "He hated that I was et away from Baltimore – and him"

"Why him?"

He shrugged "He wanted me to become a doctor like him, and I was in rebellious youth mode at the time I wanted to study psychoanalysis So I came here When he couldn't talk me out of it, he made sure to come here and buy me a place to live He wanted me to live here because he'd been so happy here and so he made the owner a offer way over its e despite his wealth He approved because it was a rent-controlled building and he let the other tenants stay, not raising the rent once Such an idealistic socialist…"

"It's yours now," I said "Have you raised the rent?"

He shook his head and smiled "Nah I'll let the current tenants keep the units until they decide to move out Rent controlled units are so rare, it's a shame to lose them I keep this place just for the memories"

"Sounds like a bit of his socialism rubbed off on you" I raised my eyebrows

He grinned "It's just lazy rich boy, actually I can't be bothered to change things" He glanced around "I don't want to"

While he put the glasses down, I stood in the center of the di chair next to a fireplace I was cos from his life – his music and his books and his father's old possessions I felt like I was seeing right into his mind

I liked what I saw

Heroom was crammed full with furniture I just kneas his father's for it looked like it belonged in a man's home – all leather and dark wood and overstuffed There was a huge old wooden desk up against theand one of those wooden office chairs on rollers Taped up boxes sat stacked high in one corner, marked with Dad on them

"Is this your father's furniture?"

He sht? When he died, I couldn't bring ive it away so I closed up his apartment in Baltimore and had it shipped here"

I smiled to myself "How often do you come here?"