C395 The Ground Was Covered with Chicken Feathers

When the woman opened the door, the first thing she smelled was a familiar scent, like the scent of her own body when she was a girl.

The room was still as it had been when the vanilla had left it, the cot, the sewing machine, the writing table, and the little mirror for dressing.

Aroma sat in front of the mirror and looked at her face. She had returned to the time she spent in the He family