He wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the bathroom. He found Diane under the covers of her comforter. A purple lamp on her bedside table hid her in silhouette and cast a purple hue of light into the room. He ventured in and stood at the foot of her bed. “Where are my clothes?”
“What are you doing with my towel? Go put that back.”
“Diane…my clothes?”
She lay with her head propped up on her arm and her smile emerged into the light. “Go on and hang that up, nice and straight, so it will dry.”
“Yes, Diane.” He went into the bathroom, made sure the two towels hung as uniformly as they had hung before, then he stepped out of the bathroom, naked. He took a deep breath outside Diane’s room, then walked in. He kept his hands cupped between his legs, but with Diane staring amusedly fr
