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Something smelled funny, smelled wrong.
Lou Cazer tried to ignore it, watch the game.
Sharks were getting beat mercilessly, the kind of game where if they weren’t getting a paycheck they’d all just leave.
Lou reached for the remote and put his hand in his ashtray.
He walked to the bathroom to wash his hands. The smell got worse.
He looked at the painting on the wall.
When he was in Tupelo Karen had fed his snake, cleaned his kitchen, hung one of her paintings in the bathroom, a sad marionette.
The smell was becoming nauseating.
Karen had put lavender liquid soap in both bathrooms.
Lou spritzed it on his hands. Smelled great.
He hadn’t remarked on the painting yet because he hated it.
He’d have to say something eventually. It was going to be rough to hurt Karen’s feelings.
The smell was overcoming the lavender.
Lou spritzed some soap on his hands again.
Heard sirens. Saw floodlights through the window.
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