The Windral references to the song Erika are most confusing. Indeed it's almost like chapter seventeen all over again. A problem of definition and more likely your writer of pulp should think of the song Erika as a character.
Allow her an existence, instead of thinking of her as a smell that drifts in and
out. Burnt Toast. And too there are people who might never have smelled burnt
toast. Give her legs, high heels and a dress, and the song can waddle around
like the rest of us.