The Bag with Holes in Apartment 4B

Maria Esperanza worked three jobs in the Bronx — morning shift folding linens at the Marriott on Grand Concourse, afternoons busing tables at a Dominican restaurant on Tremont Avenue, weekends stocking shelves at a bodega on 183rd Street. She earned more in a single month than her mother had seen in a year back in Santiago. Yet every payday felt like pouring water into cupped hands.…