The Sea Witch

Two beds. Hideous orange bedspreads, ghastly against the lavender sheets, the kelly green curtains. Everything in the room was thin, from the miserly blankets stamped with some ship's seal (unburdened, Peacham suspected, by a sticky-fingered sailor who'd passed through years before) to the spindly furniture, the bedside table on its matchstick legs, the dressing table that seemed nothing more than a toy for some oversize doll.