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Lena finally put down her pencil. “Dad. You’re just suffering. Grandma always did the thing.”

Lena was watching him. “Well?”

Cool, clean, real air rushed up his left nostril, then his right. The pressure didn’t vanish instantly, but it began to drain away, a heavy tide receding from a flooded room. He could smell the eucalyptus again, not as a sharp assault, but as a complex, layered scent: minty, camphorous, alive. He could even smell the faint dusty sweetness of the rosemary. sinus congestion relief

The scent hit him first. Sharp, green, and medicinal. It cut through the invisible wool in his nostrils like a tiny pair of scissors. Lena finally put down her pencil

He leaned over the bowl, draped a bath towel over his head to form a tent, and closed his eyes. Grandma always did the thing

He had tried the usual suspects. Steaming showers that worked for exactly seven minutes after he stepped out. Saline sprays that felt like spitting into the ocean. He’d even propped up four pillows, sleeping like an upright pharaoh, only to wake up with a dry mouth and the same stubborn congestion.

“Call your grandma,” he said, his voice his own again. “Tell her the moose is feeling better.”