The Smell of Fear This morning I finally had the wherewithal to shower and change my clothes, clothing I had been wearing for the past 24 hours. My tank top reeked of body odor. This was a different kind of body odor; it was the smell of a fear that I had never known. I will not wash this tank top, I told myself. When I get back home to Atlanta G-d willing, I will take a whiff of it... Read more