Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Subtlety was never her Strong Suit

Ada’s house guest was as welcome as lice on a baby. It was the body odour that did it, the over-sweet, cloying scent like sugar burning on a hot stove or the putrescent leftovers from a cat’s self-prepared night-time snack. She tried giving him subtle hints like clean towels in his room and the dozens of incense sticks she burned at her altar to Kali every day but he resolutely failed to get the message. She had to resort to bluntness and hope that the archangel wasn’t offended. “For fuck’s sake, Gabriel,” she said. “Get a bleedin’ shower, will ya? You stink to High Heaven.”

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