The taste of JELL-O with bananas and pineapple, suspended..is on y0ur lips! fresh-ground coffee aromas are in your hair; the smell of crowded cupboards – stocked for years with every spice unimaginable and periodically refreshed..when, when their ages give them away – is hanging out-chore armpits. Shall we go for a drive? I think I probably would like to get out of the house. Yeah..that would be good.