A very small girl in a very big winter coat approaches me while I’m lugging a heavy garbage bag out of a pawn shop. “Hi,” she says, her arms rocking a wrapped bundle back and forth, “are you the lady around here who smells like dead things?”
A very small girl in a very big winter coat approaches me while I’m lugging a heavy garbage bag out of a pawn shop. “Hi,” she says, her arms rocking a wrapped bundle back and forth, “are you the lady around here who smells like dead things?”