"Smells like him." Joreen said to herself when she entered inside Hoy's room. It had been a battle climbing all the stairs to get to the room since the young people were given rooms in the top floor unlike the old people who could stay in the second floor. So Hoy's mother hadn't bothered to follow her up here.
The room was very clean and arranged and everywhere smelled like him.
She went to the bed and knelt down beside it. She would have sat on it but was afraid she would stain the white sheets with her dirty body. While playing earlier, she had fallen on the ground a couple of times.
