The stink of
the diesel idling outside their apartment agitated the old man. His caregiver
opened a vial of patchouli oil and wafted it under his nose. Instantly he
calmed. A smile formed as he remembered the sixties, a tie-dyed hippie in love
with life and a flower child named Sunshine. Who became his wife. And
caregiver. She joined him on his lap and took a whiff, hugging him and mellowing
out, grooving once again.
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