I was shocked when I learned girls grow up faster than boys. While I worried about how to buy the bone handled penknife in the souvenir shop on the Main St my sister and cousin linked hands and giggled. It was like they were sharing something to which I was excluded. It wasn’t as though…Read more Commandoes in the Dunes, a parable of puberty
It was a soap smell, that’s what it was. He couldn’t pin it down. He was never good at that. People could tell the only soap ever touched his skin was the carbolic soap his mother scrubbed him with on a Friday night when he and his brothers got their weekly bath. Then he smelled like he’d been through a cattle dip.