duplex

Harris has described her formative years living in a Berkeley duplex as an ideal place for a child of immigrants and an influential introduction to Black leadership.

And then, out of the blue, I get a call from my landlord: She’s selling the duplex, and we may have to move.

The church, which dates to the 1960s, is nestled between homes and duplexes.

Despite the duplex, Ferrari, Bentleys and various expensive baubles he has showered upon her, she seems too delusional and naive to be called a gold digger.

By entering this space, she left behind “the white noise” of her duplex, the neighbors with their televisions on, the families next door coming and going, her own anxious thoughts about work and life.