Adair liked Ghislaine.
What was not to like?
Once, back in Nebraska, Adair, at a friend’s house, had been granted a vanilla wafer. Adair had never eaten a “store-bought” cookie before. The wafer seemed bland– tasteless.
This was one of the times Adair began to associate vanilla with bland and tasteless. Keep in mind Adair, a stunning blonde, associated blondeness with blandness, and vanilla.
Adair thought of Ghislaine as a beauty, as kind, caring — and dang generous. Dang Kansas, Kansas-Nebraska, vanilla wafer, vanilla wayfarer, vanilla waffler, chocolate vanilla waffler.
Adair looked at Ghislaine’s teeth– perfect. Perfect because they were white, vanilla white. Her hair cut couture? Perfect because “store-bought”, from stores, vanilla, as found in a mall, clumped together. Does vanilla clump?
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