What I really want to do is open that deodorant stick and sniff it until I pass out, but I don’t because I’m forcing myself to act like a civilized woman. Polite, polite, polite. …One sniff of cologne won’t hurt anyone, though. I do it, and I’m immediately addicted. I spray a tiny—nearly microscopic—spritz onto my PJs. Reckless, reckless, reckless.
