She logged off her computer and grabbed the outgoing mail, less because it needed to go and more for the excuse to take a walk. Most of the offices on...this floor were closed, the doors locked and the occupants far from the daily office grind. The office next to the ladies room, however, had one stressed employee. Jerry was the kind of guy you always thought should be married; friendly and intelligent with a good mix of humor, ambition and a tight ass thrown in. His Latin heritage built him like. How?”“I thought it was a trick of my ears, some illusions produced by the wind and odd-shaped rocks. You’re telling me you are the siren?”She smiled in a disappointing manner, but she nodded.“Do you believe me?”“No, of course not.”“What if I sang?”“We’ll see.”She understood. She opened her mouth and a beautifully haunting sound came out of it, an inhumane melody that, for the first time due of how close it was, the fisherman felt hypnotizing. He’d hear it every time he would cross the Siren’s. ”One of the gals asked how I was able to dress myself if I was blind. I just giggled. “Simple. Lots of outfits in basic colors. White, black, some tans, blues, and greens. I would embroider codes inside, to let me know the color. A black pencil skirt that falls below the knees and a long-sleeved puffy blouse was normal for me, and a classic look as well. But do not think it was always like that. As my Aunt mentioned, I am also a dancer. And do traditional Chinese dances, as well as ballroom. “I had some money saved up, so I used that.”“You had enough money to live two years on your own? What about now?” she pressed.“Why do you think I’m in ROTC?” I said with a laugh. Another shading, but harmless.“And your parents went along with this? Why?”I looked over at her, and then back out the windshield. I was silent for a second. “Because I told my father that if he didn’t go along with it, I would leave, and he’d never see me in this life again.”Marilyn was quiet for a moment. “It was.