Anne washes the dishes. She can't get the scent of garlic off her fingers - even through the water she can smell it. The garlic scent crawls up her nostrils and she almost reels - it has a sticky, sweet, scent, that seems hot and smelly. Anne can't take it any more, she puts the last dish on the rack and she moves to have a shower.
Anne washes herself until she is clean, only then can she breathe a deep sigh. She loves the smell of fresh clean floral scent. She grows a smile as she wraps a towel around her and with a dance in her step she walks out of the shower.
Lyca catches Anne in the hallway.
"hey, when you're dressed can you make me garlic bread?" she asks.
Anne wrinkles her nose, and she shivers.
"Sure;" she reluctantly mutters with a sigh.
In the kitchen Anne makes garlic bread, and the reeking smell of garlic wafts through her nostrils until she wants to scream that she hates garlic.
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