reported Paul, shaking out the wrinkles of a peacock blue silk throw and arranging it in a precise triangle at the foot of the bed. “Garnet, of course, but it’s very on-trend to use semiprecious stones these days. And there are diamonds in the setting.” Derrick said, “Well he certainly took his time putting it on her finger, if you ask me.” “Custom designed,” Paul pointed out. “Well, in that case …” Derrick, looking slightly mollified, gave the silver candy dish on the nightstand a half turn, then frowned. “Purline!” he called. Their ponytailed housekeeper entered the room with a stack of fluffy towels, cobalt blue to match the color of the door that opened onto the low-roofed porch that encircled the lodge. Each room had its own entrance from the porch, and each door was painted a different, vibrant color. At first Paul and Derrick had found that bizarre, but soon came to embrace the eccentricity. Color-coding the accessories to match each door also helped Purline, who was always complaining about their fussiness, keep up with what went where.
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