I wanted to put a hand on her face or on her arm because I thought that if I did that, I would be so happy. I just wanted to feel her skin but of course I wanted to feel the muscle beneath her skin and I wanted to get at the soul underneath that muscle because I could smell it. I had never gotten a whiff of Bradley's soul and at that moment...I had a flash that I never would...But at that table I could smell her soul and I wanted it.
p. 39, The Feast of Love, Charles Baxter, Sept. 2010
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