" I thought you were on the stairs,” she said. Greta covered her with the blanket in their berth, and it was then that she herself began to shake, as if she had a fever. She felt sick, and actually tasted vomit in her throat. Katy said, “Don’t push me,” and squirmed away. “You smell a bad smell,” she said. Greta took her arms away and lay on her back. "

― Alice Munro , Dear Life