It was humid and filled with multiple fragrances from Beanie’s shower gel, shampoo, body lotion, and perfume. The bathroom door was ajar and the hair dryer was on.“I’m back!” he shouted at the bathroom door. “Can I sneak into the bedroom to get some clothes?”“Go ahead!” Beanie yelled over the dryer. “Your things are all there. I haven’t touched them.”He smiled and hurried into the bedroom. The bed was undone and covered in layers of skirts, dresses, blouses, trousers.“Let me guess, you have nothing to wear today?” he asked.“Shut up!” Beanie replied.With the bedroom closet full of his clothes, Beanie had installed a rack for storage next to it. The steel tubing was full of hangers holding blouses, sweaters, pants, skirts, and jackets in various colors, and the ends of stockings, scarves, belts, and socks spilled out of the half open drawers below. He had to step over three stacks of books, magazines, and vinyl records to reach the closet, and push more aside to open the doors.
