"Everything looks good on me." Belle turned back to the closet. "Where do you keep the clean underwear? The cow print is somewhere between here and another dimension and I'm not going commando in your sheets."
"Second drawer, left side."
Belle found a pair of my boxer briefs and stepped into them. They were comically oversized on her, the waistband sitting loose on her hips and the legs extending past her knees, but she folded the waistband twice until they stayed up and then padded barefoot toward the bathroom without looking back. "I'm washing my face. If Naomi wants a shirt she better grab one before I take all of them."
The bathroom door closed. Water ran.
