She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. “Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged.
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