This bathroom was obviously used by Adrian's teenage sisters. Judging by the cosmetics, towels, hair apparel, and scented lotions strewn across the counter, they were as self-conscious as all girls that age. Still, everything was well-scrubbed, and stacks of neatly folded towels filled the narrow closet, so someone in the family was cleanliness oriented. A colorful dried flower arrangement decorated the white rattan shelves over the commode, and crisp yellow eyelet curtains picked up the bright designs of the stunning cobalt and yellow tiles surrounding the mirror. Their creativity added originality and interest to what would have been a dull, ordinary ranch-style house arrangement. Of course, an ordinary family wouldn't produce a man like Adrian. Belinda had liberated a white T-shirt with lace inserts and a pair of denim shorts from one of her sister's dressers. After washing—not an easy task while keeping her bandages dry— Faith carefully maneuvered into the new clothes. She was less groggy now, but the various aches and pains still made her feel less than herself.
