“Something smells horrible in this room,” I announced as I proceeded from throw pillow to throw pillow, picking each up, and burying my nose deeply in its downy fill.
I leaned down and smelled the futon.
I picked up the bathrobe thrown over the back of the futon.
I nearly choked myself when I took a deep whiff of the husband’s shoes and a couple of socks languishing nearby.
But that wasn’t the smell I…
