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Just Right (Part 7)
Gretel: Dinner for two and a show
I didn’t give a shit what the package said — leather scented car deodorizer didn’t smell like leather. I’m not sure what the scent was, something artificially created to try to fool our feeble human brains into thinking about the leather in a new car. It didn’t work. I don’t even know why Ivan, or was it the Giant, insisted on hanging a set of fuzzy dice and a leather scented pine tree from the rearview mirror of his ride. It was a massive Caddy SUV, a stretch. Perhaps he was living the American Dream somewhere in his mind. None of it compared to what I knew his vision of the American Dream was — selling people into slavery, ruining lives, destroying families, murder, butchery, torture, addiction. All the horrors anyone could imagine.
I watched the purple pine tree-shaped freshener spin in circles as the Giant drove me to my destination. No doubt another classy meal in a dusty, soulless warehouse.
