I got as far as the closet before I heard the shower stop.
Two minutes later my bedroom door opened and Aurora came through it wearing one of my shirts and nothing I could see under it. Her hair hung wet and dark down her back, the gold in it gone black with water, and the white cotton clung to her shoulders where she hadn't dried off properly. Her legs were bare to the top of her thighs. The shirt hit her at a length that made me forget the name of the country I was standing in.
"You have four shampoos," she said. "Why do you have four shampoos."
"Different people have different hair."
"That's the most domestic thing you've ever said to me."
"I contain multitudes."
