Wes had come to the realization that though he was staying at a hotel, he might be permitted to place some personal touches on his room. He cautiously broached the matter with Norman (always best to be polite with a known murderer, even if he'd always been good to you) and gotten the go-ahead to buy make minor changes in the furnishings.
Which was how he found himself trying to decide between the green pillow and the houndstooth one.
This was really not his forte. He was not only a man, but a British one. His family went in for uncomfortable chairs, tall bookcases and hunting scenes on the wall painted by or of ancestors. He was not equipped to decorate, but he was bloody well going to give it a try.
He wished Fred was here to help him...or at least to be as completely confused as he was together with him and them go out for ice cream later.
Wes stood there, one pillow in each hand, trying his hardest to imagine his room and where either of these pillows could conceivably live.