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Molly arrived by bus at the terminal in New York only two weeks ago and the
hustle and bustle of its 24 hour day was still exciting. She got a job answering
the telephone at AirWest because she had a rosy outlook and a southern accent.
Now, two weeks later she deposited her first pay check from AirWest and bought
her first honest to goodness sit down lunch at the automat on Sixth Avenue.
Tomorrow she promised herself she would look for a new pair of shoes with four
She was lucky to find an apartment near the DeKalb subway station in Brooklyn –
just above it as a matter of fact. So many of the rooms she looked at were
inconvenient to get to or in neighborhoods a young girl from the south would not
care to walk through at night.
It was a small one room apartment to be sure – ‘efficiency’, they called it,
hardly bigger than the chest of drawers in her bedroom at home in Biloxi. But it
was home to Molly for the time being and this evening she was all set to eat her
bucket of chicken wings, stretch out on the floor and listen to the music of
heavy metal on her tiny earphone radio. But first she reached out with her foot
to turn on the air conditioner – it was getting hot in here.
In the silence of her empty room with nothing but the grinding whine of the air
conditionerher, her radio and her chicken wings to keep her company, she summed
up the quality of her life. Things looked more promising than she ever hoped for
and her natural rosy outlook sweetened her prediction for the future. She
reminded herself that the best things in life are free, and this is the best of
all possible worlds.
However Spartan her condition was at the moment – however confining, plus the
fact that she had to share a bathroom with the Mexican building superintendent
with a frightening skin condition, they were still heads and shoulders above the
life she left behind in Biloxi.
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