Beige Nighthawk

Nearly every wall of the bus station is beige.

The ceiling is beige.

The wall tiles are beige, which is interesting. They were probably custom made to order, and when the order was placed, the check box for color checked, was the beige check box.

The restrooms are beige, but the urinals in the men’s room are porcelain, and, as a matter of fact, china white, or China White, not to be confused with China White.

In a story such as this one, China White can only come into play in NYC, far, far way, in another world from a Nebraska bus station.

The bidet in the women’s room is porcelain, and a china white.

There is one– a bidet, that is– in the women’s room. “They say we ain’t civilized out here,” Margaret says, being the main one to use the bidet. “Hell, we taint!”

You have come out of the midnight cold. Seeing the beige, you know you’ll survive. Yet beige isn’t precisely the most comforting color, nor is pink, or even blue, powder blue.

As Adair may be going from the frying pan (Nebraska), into the fire (NYC), color selection nor decor provide moral compass points, to set off a frying pan alarm– or a fire alarm!