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“Sorryaboutthesmell,”thenursesaid,smiling.
“Anothernursetrippedandpouredawholebottle
ofdisinfectantallovermygown.Ididn’thavetime
tochangebeforehavingtowheelyounowtotheX-ray
room,”sheexplainedtoapatientwhohadtohave
beenwellconnectedinordertobeadmittedintotheX-
rayroomsoquicklyandwithoutwaitinginline.
Niusiaglancedatthenursewiththeexperteye
ofabeauticianandrealisedtheyoungwoman’s
complexioncoulddowithsomecleaningand
moisturising.Shewasabouttoinvitethenursetocome
seeherathersalonsometimesoon,butthenthegirl
beganhelpingherintothewheelchair,adjustingthe
backrestandonceagainapologisingforthewayher
apronsmelled.
“Don’tyouworry,thesmellisnotthatbad,”Niusia
repliedasshewasbeingwheeleddownanapparently
endlesscorridor,thenursechatteringawaywithout
pausingforthought,
“You’reright,itnowstinksmoreofburntmilk,”she
added,adjustingherwhiteapron.“Theykeepcooking
thingsupinourrestroom.Whenthemilkboilsover,
hardlyanyoneeverwantstocleanthecooker
afterwards.”
ThislastobservationgaveNiusiafoodforthought.
“Nowthatisodd,becauseIcan’tsmellathingand
Inormallyhaveaveryacutesenseofsmell,”shesaid,
wonderingtoherselfandrecallinghowgoodshewas
atrecognisingwhateverbrandofperfumeherclients
werewearinganytimeshecameclosetothem
atwork.Shecouldtellthefragrancesapartandname
thebrandswithoutfail,andattimescouldeven
correctlyguesswhatthewomenhadcookedupfor
dinnerathome–theirclothesoftensmelledofthefood
