One night Khrys and I had been talking and she told me about something that had happened to her. During her junior year of college she had been invit...d by her best friend, Brigette, to spend the night with her. Brigette's dad had come home and had asked Brigette if she had forgotten that they had plans for that evening. Brigette had told her dad that she had been hoping that they could put it off. Brigette's dad had looked at Brigette and told her that they could not. But since she had. Red filled his soul, hatred and anger, ironically which shares the same symbolic colors of love and life. The voice could no longer be heard because of his unwillingness to hear it, there was too much blood in his ears. Sensing the feeling of being alone, he shrunk his world into a dense dark fog, less pride, weaker ambition, circa forfeiture. The gift given was now a curse, eyes becoming aflame with the salty saturation of tears, not being able to see clearly as he had once thought. Time. I knew the mailman had already droppedthe card off, but I didn't really want him seeing me sending it back out.Instead I drove to the nearest post office, checked the box next to "Yes,please send me my pair of complementary pantyhose" and dropped the cardin the mailbox.I checked my mailbox each day with some trepidation and excitement. Eachday it was empty, I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Then itarrived. A manila envelope containing a plastic baggie with one pair ofpantyhose. I. I didn't look at any of the others and I didn't pay much attention to where you put them. Are you sure they were in the food box?" Yes, I only had them in my handbag or the tray between the seats of my truck. When I brought them into the house, I put them in the pocket on the outside of my handbag, here in the food box." And we didn't grab your handbag when we left, did we?" No, leaving was a much bigger priority than anything else." You don't think ... no, Santos wouldn't ... but maybe someone.