Home > Nonfiction > The Perfumer's Apprentice > Page 4 The Perfumer's Apprentice Page 4 by Unknown Norret squeezed my hand. I looked at him. He smiled and bit off the wings of his gingerbread wasp. I smiled back. Mistress Philomela was wrong. Revenge was sweet, but the sweetest thing was fraternity—having a brother there for you. ‹ Prev Next ›