on the edge of the village there was a small church , the door was open , so she took shelter inside . work -- the word alone seemed to give him a sour taste , if thats possible . it 's not just the perfume , it 's her . i didnt want to ask if he was going to change his mind , but i still wanted to talk . then i dipped my bloody fingers into the tin , which was full of a clear ointment that had a soft , soothing vanilla scent . 