You Shall Know Our Velocity (2003)
“THURSDAY We woke up late. It was 9 A.M. already.
“What a waste,” Hand said. “We could have slept in the car on our way somewhere.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“We really have to move.”
We were throwing our stuff in our backpacks.
“Did you get up last night?” I asked. “I woke up at 2:30 or something and you were gone.”
“Yeah, I woke up. You were talking in your sleep.”
“What’d I say?”
“Nothing sensical.”
“So you left?”
“I went down to Raymond’s.”
“No.”
“I did. Man, that guy—”
Someone knocked on the door. I opened it; a very small woman gestured that she’d like to clean the room. I apologized and said we’d be leaving soon. She smiled and bowed and backed out.
“Wait,” I said. “What’s that smell?”
“It’s you. You smell.”
“It’s us. We smell.”
I inhaled from my underarm. The smell was very strong. “We’ll have to wash these things. We’ll soak through everything today.” We’d figured out long ago that it wasn’t the first-time sweat that created odor.
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