Notes on a Scandal

The other night, at dinner, Sheba talked about the first time that she and the Connolly boy kissed. I had heard most of it before, of course, there being few aspects of the Connolly business that Sheba has not described to me several times over. But this time around, something new came up. I happened to ask her if anything about the first embrace had surprised her. She laughed. Yes, the smell of the whole thing had been surprising, she said. She hadn't anticipated his personal odour, and if she had, she would have probably guessed at something teenagey: bubble gum, cola, feet.