my grandfather died when i was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with us for about six months every year. she lived in a room that doubled as my father's office, which we referred to as "the back room." she carried with her a powerful aroma. i don“t know what kind of perfume she used, but it was the double-barreled, ninety-proof, knockdown, render-the-victim-unconscious, moose-killing variety. she kept it in a huge atomizer and applied it frequently and liberally. it was almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time. when she would leave the house to go spend
