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120 the apartment complex where the caller lived. There was almost no traffic in the Tulsa area, not that early in the a. 24k Tee Lat morning, and, I have to admit, I was speeding. Will S and his girl friend, Maria Y .met me at their door when I rang the bell at the apartment he’d named on the telephone. Native Americans in their late teens or early twenties, I surmised. Both appeared to be eaten alive by fear. Maria’s teeth were chattering and Will’s voice cracked when he talked. They told an wad incredible story. They’d been accustomed to meeting for sex in Will’s bedroom which was located in his Father’s apartment, usually during the nights when the Father worked. One night after they’d finished with their lovemaking they’d suddenly noted a sharp, strong odor, something like the spray fragrances some people use in cars and bathrooms, only more pervasive. By the side of the bed where they lay, Will found a strange item, something that had not been there when they’d gone to bed so far as either of them knew. It was a rectangular, whitish, felt pad which was emitting the strong deodorant-type odor. Later we learned that the pad was an old style deodorant item which had, in years past, been used in men’s latrines in bars, saloons and brothels. The odiferous liquid was contained in a glass capsule encased within the felt pad. To activate the deodorant the person in charge of cleaning usually stamped on the pad to break the glass capsule inside. The liquid deodorant was terribly strong in order to mask the ugly smells which usually pervaded such rarely scrubbed areas. Both the young people swore to each other that first day that they neither knew what the horrid thing was nor had either of them left it on the bedroom floor. They chalked it up to chance. Maybe Will’s Father had put the pad in Will’s room? Barbara Bartholic as told to Peggy Fielding It didn’t take me more than ten minutes to make it to Will’s voice cracked when he talked.