When she was dead he laid her on the ground among the plum pits, tore off her dress, and the
stream of scent became a flood that inundated him with its fragrance. He thrust his face to her
skin and swept his flared nostrils across her, from belly to breast, to neck, over her face and hair,
and back to her belly, down to her genitals, to her thighs and white legs. He smelled her over from
head to toe, he gathered up the last fragments of her scent under her chin, in her navel, and in the
wrinkles inside her elbow.