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A full dining room with a dark Mediterranean dining table, matching chairs and a full dining closet occupied one corner of the floor. Several closed doors led to either bedrooms or bathrooms, Linda imagined.

"This is fantastic," she murmured, as Seth guided her over to what appeared to be a study, with a semi-circular library and a desk in the round made of highly polished cherry wood, with cozy cubbyholes on a hutch atop it.

Beyond the study a sliding glass door opened onto a balcony. "Wait until you see this!" he said. He opened the door for them and stayed close to her as they ventured out onto the hard concrete floor of the balcony. A couple of inviting looking lounge chairs had been placed there, but Seth stayed behind her, cuddling her in his arms as they gazed out over the view below.

Lights twinkled on the smooth, glossy river as Linda could see the Serpentine Wall, the fountains, and both the stadium and arena. Cars lazily drove on city streets during the young evening. She heard faraway sounds of trucks chugging along on some of the major streets. The inviting smell of charcoal burning told her that some people on some of the other floors might have been barbecuing. It seemed ironic, that on a night when they were celebrating the attorney's victory over the principles involved in the 1979 tragedy, that they would stay in a tall condo overlooking the very location.

Linda had a view, also, from her row house apartment, but she could only see twinkling lights at the tops of buildings the vague outline of the river, and the top of the stadium façade. This was much closer to the scenery. "This is really something," she said Seth smirked. He'd eased away from her and leaned against the railing casually, looking at her. "Can you imagine if we lived here every day?"

"That'd be great," she responded, automatically, until she realized his implication.

She turned to him. "What are you saying?"

He breathed in deeply, looking down at her, reaching forward to take her hands in his. To Linda it seemed as if he had rehearsed this moment. "I'm saying that we should think about getting married."

It came completely out of left field. She hadn't even seen him in about a month. Her head swam with lots of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally, all she could muster was "Seth, why?"

He shook his head and started to snicker. "I knew you'd freak out. Let's talk."