Rabbit, run - John Updike

The funeral parlour was once a home but now is furnished the way no home ever was. Unworn carpets of a very pale green deadens their footsteps. Little silver half-tubes on the walls shield a weak glow. The colours of the curtains and walls are atonal half-colours, colours no one would live with, salmon and aqua and a violet like the violet that kills germs on toilet seats in gas stations.