"I swear I smell something
rotten!" Alex began throwing dirty clothes on to the bed, pressing them to
her face and breathing deeply before she decided that they weren't the
offending party.
"Honey, relax, come to bed. I
don't smell anything."
"Then it's probably your shit
that smells, Benjamin." She pulled a white gym shift of his from the
hamper, lightly yellowed with his acrid sweat. Sniffing it, defeated she
chucked it back into the wicker receptacle. "God damn."
"I told you, Alex. My body only
produces scents fitting a god." He gestured slowly, following the
definition of his chest and abdomen. A wry smile crossed his mouth, but she
didn't notice, she didn't even watch him, rather she had dropped to all fours,
nose to the ground like a basset hound routing around for scraps.
Ben sighed, lifting his book and
began reading. He was used to this. Her neuroses had been bad before but now
that they had their own apartment it was like she flipped the crazy switch into
overdrive. He was just starting to forget her current episode when he heard a
smashing sound. "Alex what's going..." He turned and saw her bashing
a hole in the bathroom wall with a bowling ball.
"Got it!" She pulled a
dead cat from the hole.
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