The woman burped. The sound was startlingly loud even with the wind in the trees, and before it was snatched away by the moving air, he got a whiff of something both bitter and pungent—it smelled like medicinal alcohol. The woman shifted and grimaced, then broke wind—a long, purring fart that sounded like ripping cloth. Maybe, Henry thought, it’s how the locals say hello. The idea got him laughing again.
