He stank like asafetida and no one said “Take a bath.” They approved. They knew, too, on Parliament Hill, in the Boy Scouts, the police force, among celibacy’s who’s who. Oh ya. They knew. Feet stuck in it. Hands clapped on mouths and noses wretching so bad Assad would be glad to add it to his arsenal. No wintergreen gum or solvent could cut or dissolve it, he got away with it. Put the gum on his shoe and see what he’d do. Let it stick a while.