The Widow of Rose House

by Diana Biller

One thing I’ve always noticed is that for all the space, there’s no freedom inside it. Just a bunch of little rooms, one after the other. Suffocating.” Looking back down at Alva, he saw her staring at him with an arrested expression. “I wouldn’t have expected you to understand.”

I am dying at the idea that these two invent open concept living together in Hyde Park in 1875

I’m sorry to dwell on the whole saucy nightgown issue,