So how does Darla describe the way Ort smells? Well, he ain't a cologne guy. What wafts from the man's pores is (to Darla, anyway) an irresistible elixir of curry and chlorine. Burning tires and Mentholatum. The penny Darla picked up in the parking lot of the Prairie View Drive-In Swap Meet, and book binding glue. Not a whiff of dryer sheet can be found on his person.
So what does Darla think about as she trails Ort's wake and rides her personal Wave of Yeah? Darla wonders why Ort bothers to wear a dress shirt when he shoves the damn collar inside his 24" neckband.
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