Smells like.....
There is one grocery store in Shui Wan Tou I will not enter anymore. In English it is called Green. The smell from its butcher shop is overwhelming to me, especially since I don't eat meat (don't worry, Myles does and lots of it).
Green is near the Shui Wan Tou bus stop, so Myles wants to go there instead of walking a few extra blocks to A. Best when we get off there.
"No," I tell him. "I don't like the smell there."
"Which smell?" he asks. I normally don't complain about the smells of anything here.
"It smells like blood to me."
He takes a deep whiff as we walk by the store entrance. "It smells like hamburger to me, " he says with a hint of longing in his voice.
Green is near the Shui Wan Tou bus stop, so Myles wants to go there instead of walking a few extra blocks to A. Best when we get off there.
"No," I tell him. "I don't like the smell there."
"Which smell?" he asks. I normally don't complain about the smells of anything here.
"It smells like blood to me."
He takes a deep whiff as we walk by the store entrance. "It smells like hamburger to me, " he says with a hint of longing in his voice.
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In my experience when smells began to be more acute to me than to other people, that is what it usually meant. I remember that I knew that I was preganant with one of my kids by how the fish vendor's truck smelled to me. That was before I even missed my period.
Susan Peterson