Reservations Recommended, Chapter 5 continues: “WELL, that was a riot,” says Matthew once they’re inside his apartment. He sniffs. The odor is back. Damn. It’s in its rotten-banana phase. And there’s some other smell, too. What is that? He takes Leila’s coat, watching her nose. He sees nothing to suggest that she smells anything that offends her, no flaring of the nostrils, no wrinkling. “I’m going to make myself a drink,” he says. “Would you like something?”
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Reservations Recommended, Chapter 5 continues: “WELL, that was a riot,” says Matthew once they’re inside his apartment. He sniffs. The odor is back. Damn. It’s in its rotten-banana phase. And there’s some other smell, too. What is that? He takes Leila’s coat, watching her nose. He sees nothing to suggest that she smells anything that offends her, no flaring of the nostrils, no wrinkling. “I’m going to make myself a drink,” he says. “Would you like something?”