Chapter 15

I have not found a job yet, and have continued to console myself for each refusal by buying furniture, so that I now have a maple drop-leaf table, a secretary-desk (that was extravagant), a wing chair, and another deep armchair that the salesman said my husband would be sure to find comfortable, several lamps, a teakwood tea-stand with an Indian brass tray for a top, and a very small Chinese rug. I am keeping the bed that came with the apartment, because I never feel lonely sleeping in it now, and I might, in a new…