“Because, little girl, I work with dead people, and it’s actually formaldehyde. It’s okay to make mistakes of course, you’re no expert.”
“Listen, kid,” she said. “You smell like what you smell like. I got the formaldehyde, but trust me when I say I am an expert. You also smell of a lot of chemical cocktails.”Â
She crossed her arms.Â
“But you aren’t used to dealing with living people, so hey I forgive you.”






