OooWee Part 2

The woman made her way up the steps. She took slow hesitant steps. Heels. Three inches. Just the right height for a church lady. The woman came to a complete stop on the porch directly in front of OooWee. She stank of the loud smelling perfume but OooWee managed not to sneeze. OooWee heard the woman’s quick breaths. She wasn’t winded from the three steps that led to the porch. The woman was nervous.

Another rustle in the leaves brought OooWee back to the present. Back to her porch surrounded by the spring morning. She stood very still. The package the letter still in her hand. Then the smell of perfume assailed her nostrils. She sneezed. Why did people have to bathe in their perfume? For OooWee perfume was as personal to her as her underwear. A person had to be very close to her to smell her essential oils.

“Who’s there?” OooWee said. Her voice mingled with the soft sound of the wind. She waited for a reply. None came. She sneezed again. “I know you’re there,” she said followed by another sneeze. “I smell your perfume.”