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Elizabeth wrinkled her nose: “Stinktier.”
I started to laugh: “Really? That’s cool. It’s ‘skunk’ in English but we say anything that smells bad ‘stinks’.”
“Sk –uuunk?” She looked at me for confirmation and I nodded.
“Skunk.” She said confidently. Then, with a grin: “Skunk stinks.”
I laughed again. “Yep, skunk stinks.”
We had just driven over an already dead skunk on the highway and the smell had permeated the truck.
Elizabeth was a German nurse visiting America with her best friend Ute. They had intended to tour mostly by bus and train but through some set of quirky circumstances had ended up in my truck headed for California. Sort of. Well, you see, Ute was in Mark’s truck ahead of us. They would often rearrange – sometimes two per truck, sometimes one in each. Elizabeth liked…
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