As October 31 approaches, Harish takes the newspaper and skips straight to the classifieds—the real estate section, the employment section. He wants to leave Bradlees for a job that pays at least $12 an hour. He wants to leave this apartment with all its glaring imperfections from the trickle of water pressure he showers under to the flickering lights he switches off before bed.
There are more things he should change but cannot afford to., lb />The old television, its wavy lines of reception caught off rabbit ears wrapped in tinfoil. The fraying carpet, not quite cut to any room's size, exposing hardwood no realtor would boast about. The plaid seat cushions on the couch, shredded to the point of exposing a yellow foam. Zankhana, on a trip home recently, took one look and drove Kapila straight to the mall. They purchased a checkered bedsheet and a plain purple one. “It's important to have contrast in a room,” Zankhana said as she slipped the solid sheet onto a loveseat and the checkered one onto Harish's easy chair.