“They ask her to identify certain constellations. They make her perform complicated dance steps in her wet shoes. She asks for a pair of socks and they prod her with the jawbone of a horse. It raises certain questions. The social worker behind the counter puts a pencil in her black hair. She is beautiful and smells like the sea.”
I want that perfume.
Wait, here it is. I have it. & it is beautiful. a private work of art on the inside of your wrist.