Inside were a red toothbrush and a blue toothbrush.
No need to guess who the blue toothbrush belonged to.
Amelia's bedroom already unmistakably carried the presence of a second person.
The slippers, too, were paired up.
No one knew exactly when Norton Foster started cohabiting with Amelia.
By the time Norris found out, the two of them already got along quite well.
Deep down, Norris couldn't help feeling like the cabbage she'd guarded was snatched away by a wild boar—it was pretty frustrating.
She emerged from the bathroom to find Amelia rummaging through the open wardrobe for clothes. Holding up a white dress, Amelia asked Norris, "Norris, do you like this dress? I only wore it once after buying it."
Norris walked over, took the dress, and smiled. "I'm not picky at all. As long as there's something to wear, it's fine."
She went back into the bathroom to change into the clothes Amelia had picked out for her.
