"Heeeey! Come on in!" Bramley Applewhite cheerfully called out, swinging the door of the apartment wide open. "Hey! Thanks," Ann MacIntosh smiled, entering the cool, dimly lighted living room. The petite red head looked around; the furniture looked plush, inviting. Everything was soft, muted colors but was not drab. Even the framed painting over the sand colored velour couch was soft and muted. "I swear, it is just so hot...