Take the 4 train to Prosperidad in the northeast part of the city. The apartment you rented won’t be ready. There will be dishes in the sink, towels on the bathroom floor and unmade beds. Notice how this place, with its cream tile, utilitarian faucet, and brass door handles is a bizarre hybrid of hotel and home. Your wife will ignore this. She’ll want you to go downstairs and tell the guy in the office “Hey, pendejo! Give us a clean room—one with a big bed.” Tell her “don’t worry. I’ll fix this,” and get the hell out of there.