Darling…What is That Smell?

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Rava entered into the ballroom, keeping close to Bruce. She hated the lot of people in this place, all blubbering snobs dying to lay in a bed of their own money. She was here only to fulfill Bruce’s wishes to rub elbows with the men who drank their whiskey out of enormous glasses.

“Darling, I’m off to find…” Bruce didn’t finish his sentence, only waved her off.

“Fine.” Rava needed a drink if she was going to make it through the evening. She wandered towards the open bar, her only saving grace in this place. Only a few steps away from Bruce, Rava was yanked back to Bruce’s side.

“Bruce, what are you doing?”

“Darling…what is that smell?”

Rava sniffed. She put her nose to under her arm, and sniffed again. She leaned up and sniffed Bruce’s neck. “Smells like cologne to me, darling. Must have been the one I bought you on sale.”

Bruce kept his eye on the crowd, as if warding off an attack. “No, it does not smell like cologne…it smells…” Bruce sniffed again. “…Like ham.”

“Ham? Darling?”

Bruce nodded. “Ham.”

Rava leaned in closer, and brought her voice down to a whisper. “Why does it smell like ham?”

“Damned if I know! Go spike the punch.”

Rava motioned to the open bar. “But darling there is an open bar…”

“I can’t chance anyone to be sober in this party. Go spike the punch.”

Rava walked towards the punch table, and muscled in between two women with enormous behinds. “‘Scuse me, ladies.”  Alone at the table, Rava reached into her hand bag and brought out a tiny bottle of vodka she kept handy, and poured it into the bowl.

Bruce raced over to her, weaving in and out of the dancing couples. “Did you do it?”

“Yes, darling. Why are you so concerned about the ham smell?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Now be careful with the alcohol tonight Rava. I don’t want you hanging from the girders again.”

“Girders?”

“Rafters.”

“Ah, of course.” Rava leaned her head against Bruce’s shoulder. “You know one day, darling, we will achieve parity with these people.”

“Parody?” Bruce looked down at his wife, confused.

“Parity. Equality.”

Bruce turned, and pulled Rava closer. “One day we will, my love. I promise you Rava. But damn it, darling, what the hell smells like ham?”

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