“Here you are, Miss Jensen,” said Lisa, handing over her change. Chuck had already bagged her groceries. She smiled at both of them as she collected her parcels and strolled out the door.
“I love her perfume,” Lisa commented. “Like lavender.”
Chuck gave Lisa a confused look. “She’s always smelled like chocolate to me. Hot cocoa.”
Trudy turned around from the next register over. “Miss Jensen?” she said. “She smells like new leather, fresh from a tack store.”
They blinked at one another and turned as one to watch the slender form walking away on the side of the highway.
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