August 19, 2015

“The children were gnawing their thumbs. I felt so lonely. Every day, the man went to work. Every night, he returned, demanding mashed potatoes and gravy on his plate. He smelled of women’s perfume. The perfume smelled nothing like the perfume I wore. It had a more citrusy quality and I hated it. My perfume smelled like flowers. I like fragrances that smelled like jasmine and gardenia and rose. I knew floral scents were often confused with old women smells but I loved them. I wanted to smell like I spent all day sitting in a garden.”

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