She laughed and put some of the hangers on the bed, very polite. Alex dragged the rest of them up and dumped them on the bed beside her pile. They landed like pick-up sticks, all hooked togther and poking up in places.
He sighed.
"I like to think I'm adaptable," he said, in reference to her earlier statement. He wanted to ask about her family, the ones who'd been at the hotel bombing, but didn't want to pry. "I'm hopeful."