Last night after we left you, I kept smelling you. I would catch a whiff of your cologne and wonder, "Why can I still smell Erik? Is he hiding somewhere around here? Is he stalking me? Did he spritz my clothes when I wasn't looking cause he thinks I smell bad?" Then, finally, I bent to nuzzle my face into Julia's head and realized that it was her hair that smelled of Eau de Erik!
She smelled like you all night. Even after her bath!* And, I've got to say, it was a little disturbing. Because even you didn't smell as strongly of you as she did. It was like she was a little scent-sponge. Strange. Of course, I wasn't sticking my nose in your hair. And I promise I never will.
Love, Cousin Trista
*we didn't wash her hair cause we had just washed it that morning and we don't want it to get too dry