I have a beautiful sofa. I am told this by the only person to answer my ad, Marie, who has frosted hair, a lavender pantsuit, and the thickest Queens accent I have ever heard. "Oh, I'll tell you right now, it's beautiful, but it's too dark for me," she says as she catches sight of it. "Too dark. Everything I have is light." I tell her to sit in it anyway, to make herself at home. She does, reluctantly. "It's comfortable, but it's too dark. Too dark." Her husband is waiting in the car, and she scurries out, back into the light.