This hag has not left Will's apartment in 3 weeks. It's your basic hardwood-&-whitewash affair, screaming realtor from every sconce & track light. Big round glass table, daybed, lounge chair so overstuffed it leans you forward. Huge flat-screen on the wall where portraits of ancestors might have once hung.
side note, on Linda's epistolary section: her voice sometimes veers too far away from real-and-funny territory and into the so-paralytically-and-pointlessly-introspective-you-want-to-slap-the author. try to avoid for the intern diary ...