Saturday's Storyteller: "Why does it smell like curry in here?"
by Belinda Roddie "Why does it smell like curry in here?" "What's that, dear?" " Ugh. I said why does it smell like curry in here, Granny! Gawd!" "Oh, sorry, Branson, sweetie. My hearing's not what it used to be." "Course it isn't. Jesus." "I don't smell anything. Are you sure you've had enough sleep?" "Uh. Yes. I slept for twelve fucking hours today." "Well. I haven't smelled curry since the day I smuggled it into the country, forty-five years ago." "...You smuggled curry?" "Oh, not just curry, dear! That was the ruse. There was cocaine hidden in the curry!" "...What." "Rock cocaine, specifically. In little baggies. Course, airport security's sure gotten tighter since, but we still wanted to be sneaky. So we had an Indian friend make a whoooole batch of curry, and we hid the baggies right in there!" "How the