Molly
“And what colors were you thinking about, Mr. Phillips?” I asked as I looked around. We were standing outside, and the motel was in rough shape. It had once been a vibrant yellow – according to Alastair. But now the yellow had faded into a pale yellow and was peeling off in a lot of places.
“Well, I searched online…had a look at a few other motels, and…honestly, I’d like to go with classic white,” he said, and I nodded. White was much more durable. “The signage will grab the attention,”
“And the roof?” Atticus asked as he stepped closer. “Red could work,” he added. Mr. Phillips nodded, but I shook my head, which caused both of them to look at me. “What’s wrong with red?”
“Nothing…I just think that you have to think about a theme,” I said slowly as I gazed out at the motel. It w
