He remembered her not as a woman first, but as a scent: lilac soap and chalk dust.
One afternoon in late April, he stayed after class to ask about the war. Not the great wars in her books — his own private war. The one raging under his skin. -CM-Lust.och.Fagring.Stor.-All.Things.Fair-.199...
All things fair, he thought. All things fade. He remembered her not as a woman first,