Frankie's bedroom

(1980 memoirs)
Still on this wall, now is the door to her room, open unless she was washing or dressing.  It wasn't like a real bedroom at all.  She slept on sort of a cot and this was always covered with a dark woven spread of some kind; no pillows ever seen.  The wash stand was off to one side, away from the door, and a cane bottom straight chair or two.  That was about all.  The clothes were always in the deep closet.  On both rooms the floor had a thick dark rug.