doing my worst to write

tomato perfume

"How I loved his smell of pizza," Rhesetia said to her meme spewing counterpart. Elamonda was not the statue Rhesetia was, but she was impressive. "Two slices. That's what he always had, down by where the police gather, cause there's always shit down there."

"Pizza smell. Two slices of that second hand food that someone called in and didn't pick up, cause they was cheap or a fool."

"He was chomping down pizza that was made in error, and he was good with that. What you make of that, Elamonda?"

"Think it started with that Pakistani clerk with the beaming black irises and straight black hair. Thin arms. Olive skin. That old piece of fall-out was in love with that pizza girl. That was why he ate bad pizza, and took a stroke."

"Hear tell that munchkin is frugal. What folks call 'arch conservative type."

"Rhesetia, do think there is something spiritual in the smell a man leaves on the bus?"

"Nothing else it could be, Sugar."