by Abbie Barker Eduardo Soares Cosmetics Mom crouched beside the lipsticks, a plum tube pressed against her freckled cheek. She asked what I thought, and I shrugged because she smelled different. Like citrus or melon. Like a store in the mall we used to pass on our way to SuperCuts. She never had a smell before. She assumed the odor of the house—cinnamon or seasoned beef or the mildewy dampness rising from the basement. That afternoon, she smelled fruity, almost tropical, lik