Lying in bed after a long day, she buries her face in my chest and inhales deeply, then sits up with a suspicious look on her face.
"You don't smell like you," she says studying my face, leans in, sniffs my neck, my armpit, then sits back again, with a comical look of disappointment on her face.
When she comes back from long trips, or if I've been away for a few days, this happens, and admittedly, we have been ships passing in the night, with her working doubles and me rehearsing.
But I think it might be something else: "Well, I did eat a lot of garlic tonight...."
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