Molly wasn't sure if she could be firm if Savannah really insisted on doing her hair. She didn't want to offend her new friend. She was thankful for Lisa seeming to understand.
"I'd like to wear something all smokey and sexy with makeup. When I try I look like a rabid raccoon." She really did want to try that aspect of the offer.
Then there were room numbers.
"Same deck, each separated by a room. I'm in 8221. Mosaic. Lots of colored pieces coming together to make a whole. It sings. At night the lamps fill everything with the colors." Her eyes took on a momentary far away look, and her slight smile was one of peace.
However, the look was quickly gone. "Sangreia. No... that isn't the name. I think that one may be a drink... Um... Soaparea... no... that could be a bathroom..."
Molly sighed. "It's gone. Pfft." She gestured a lazy wave to the ceiling. "Not there anymore."