When I got home from Nam, I went to Uncle Max with your grand folks. Irene was home from college for spring break. She and I got bored with the ‘old...folks talk’ so we decided to go for a walk.It was one of those Fall nights where the moon was as big as a house. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?Any way.It must have been around ten or so and as we walked, she asked, “How well are you adjusting to civilian life.”“Fairly well for the most part.” I don’t know why but I felt I could speak. Having paid his respects and said his piece, Roger stood up and returned to the car. He started the car, and with one final look back at the gravesite, drove away.A week later, Roger was back in Dr. Franke’s office again.“Roger, how have you been? It’s been over a year since I saw you,” Dr. Franke started cheerfully. He sat with his pad, ready for the session.Roger started off slowly, “It’s been a busy year.” Then, in a more somber tone, he continued, “After our last session, I went to visit. What was I going to do? I needed to find a new job desperately, but the job market in the city I lived in was shit. My husband wasn’t home from work yet, so I decided to do some job searching. After doing nearly an hour of searching on several job seeker sites I was coming up empty. Feeling defeated I logged onto one of my social media accounts and noticed a post from a guy that I had gone to school with. I knew that he knew people throughout the city and while I had been tempted to message. She stepped up to the house door and rapped, the echo of her knocks sounding lonely and broken. She felt as if there was something dark sucking the life out of the home; an ill wind blowing hot and humid across the faded wood in a strange kiss of death. She shook herself and rapped again, louder this time.“Brem?” Elva asked as the door opened. The Goodwoman’s smile seemed out of place; warmth on a day which seemed to have none. “Why are you knocking? You know you’re more than welcome here any.