New House: Setting

Stanley slapped the last tire into place and began heaving mud over the sides to coat it. Muri was going to love it when she saw it, he was sure. He'd taken old bottles, the nice blue ones and green ones, and put them in the walls to let light shine in, pretty colored light just like in fancy churches, and he'd built a nice big hearth for her to cook over, and he'd put in two other rooms, a private bedroom--well, it would be private as soon as he could find a nice piece of cloth to hang for the door--and another room that he figured would set any woman dreaming of a nursery. And he'd love a nursery in his home with Muri. She might think that Hassan would be a better husband, since he had a guard job one night a week at the factory, but Stanley planned to show her that he could make something really nice for her, nicer than Hassan had, in his tin-roof shack with the rusted out holes where the rain came through, in the shantytown. Stanley had a patch of farmland granted by the chief of the village to his father's father--


Inspiration: Trying to find a different cultural referent.
Story potential: Low.
Notes: Named Stanley because his mother had ambitions.