Essay: Another 50 Shades of Gray

More than anything I want to leave this design center. After three hours I start wondering what it would be like to die here and be buried among the pieces of flagstone. No grave marker, just a sad dead body clutching two tile samples and a half-eaten granola bar.
“Which one do you like?” my husband asks.
“The gray one,” I say.
“You like it better than this one?” He points to another almost identical sample.
“Yes,” I say.
“But remember, the w