upon our return

We’d been back in Italy about fifteen minutes and were driving away from the airport with the windows down when Four shouted, because he only really has a shouting voice, “WHAT’S THAT BAD SMELL?”

And we all laughed. After a month and a half of pure, fresh pine-infused, low-oxygen air, Four had forgotten what smog smelled like.

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About Jennifer

I'm a freelance translator and American expat. I live in Northern Italy with my two young sons.
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