It was early evening the following day by the time they arrived at Rasheed's house. They were outside, on the sidewalk.
A kitchen in which he showed her pots and pans and a pressure cooker and a kerosene ishtop.
The living room had a pistachio green leather couch. It has a rip down its side that had clumsily sewn together. The wall were bare. There was a table, two cane-seat chairs, two folding chairs, and in the corner, a black cast-iron stove.