Taupe
“The Camry is a refuge — simpler and more familiar than the oxygen tanks and feeding tubes that go with serious illness. Take the sound system. It doesn’t have a touchscreen or USB port, just a radio, a CD player, and a ‘LOGIC CONTROL CENTER’ for the cassette tapes. One button, pressed by a purple-painted fingernail, and my cousin’s Christian rock crooning starts reverberating off the mole-colored plastic. We used to sing along with him, back when my mom drove me to visit her own homebound mother.”