My eyes were processing the flashes. That gave me hope. I tried to puzzle out how I’d ended up here, wherever ‘here’ was. I remembered a pleasan... dinner and conversation, though none of the words would come to me. I was there with people I knew and people I didn’t. The dinner was important. I was meeting ... someone.Thoughts were difficult and elusive. I wished someone were there with me. I was alone here. I knew that much but not much else. I tried calling out and thought I could hear my own. Other than that, it was one of the best dinners I have ever had. As we finished up, he got up and took the dishes to the sink, where he started washing them. He told me to stop, and not to worry about my parents and family, and how I have to deal with be middle c***d in the family. He insisted, so I got up to put my glass in the sink and I slipped behind him and he grabbed me with his wet hands out of the sink, not realized the position we were now in. I stopped breathing, then slow and was. The spaces between the leather straps, four ofthem, going down my front, sides, and back let anyone that wished to seemy pink silk bloomers. She didn't bring over one long petticoat, noteven two, but three full flouncy matching pale pink petticoats. Theypressed firmly against my silk bloomers; I tried wiggling a bit but knewwalking with all those stiff petticoats under the hoop skirt would be atrial.She knelt down, her back was still ramrod straight as she was wearing asimilar outfit as mine,. “I worry about you. That’s my burden,” she laughed.Saturday, I made a couple of phone calls. One was to something called the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America, which was a national group with a local chapter, and the other was a local group, the West Georgia Veterans Coalition. I got addresses and a couple of guys volunteered to meet me in town. I figured the crazy would hold off for a few days longer, so I asked to see somebody in town next week. Maybe talking to some other people would.