Shirley hated the taste of soap, and she hated the smell of cigarettes.

“If you didn’t tell lies, you wouldn’t get the soap,” her mother reminded her when the girl complained.

Shirley would be instructed to hold the bar between her teeth for three full minutes. She would gag and drool and her drool would create amalgamated bubbles with the soap. The only positive aspect of the soap was that it smothered the smell of cigarettes that lined her mother’s clothing like stale satin.

The next time they were at the store, a very tall man with no eyebrows dropped an item into their cart when Shirley’s mother was not looking.

At the checkout, her mother questioned Shirley about the unintended purchase. When Shirley described what she had seen, her mother folded her arms and frowned. “Good thing ‘the man’ gave us soap. You will be tasting it soon enough.”