LGMW MAGAZINE

Every place smells its own way. Any good dog will tell you that. Everything has a scent unlike anything else in the world. The kitchen, for example, always smells like the buns Mommy bakes, and Mrs. D — the old lady everyone oddly calls “the neighbour” — smells of her garden and the ancient yarn of her lavender cardigan. It’s impossible to confuse a forest lane at the edge of the city with a park square, even though Daddy insists on calling them the same thing. (Sometimes I t