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Sorted out most of the "But what about--?" questions for the husband-killer story. Talked them out with hubby tonight while we waited for our table at El Torito, and it all made sense to him.
Will probably finish it up underway.
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Speaking of underway...the earlier post mentioned smells. I don't think I have the words to describe ship-smell. Oil, sweat, bodies, cooking, exhaust...it all fuses into one single, unique, unmistakeable odor. The kid loves the smell, and I imagine that's because Mama smelled like ship (say that one fast, eh?) for most of her tender years.
