These were not living footsteps, they dragged in a way no living person could. Her concentration broke, and her hands sweated as she added herbs to th... oil and blood feeding the flame. Ibis heard the pads of fingers dragging down her door—dead, bloody fingers. Ibis could smell the trails of blood left behind. Sometimes other girls heard Quintia, or claimed they heard her. But what others described they witnessed was nothing compared to what Ibis witnessed. No one really knew what she had seen. ”“Explain what you’d want to do,” she said.“Okay. You have this color that I know means sadness. I think it has to do with your Army time, because when you talk about Army stuff it gets stronger. What I’d try to do is make that color fade away, or change it to the color of contentment, like a lot of the nuns have.”She drove in silence for what seemed like a long time.“I’m going to guess that what you’re seeing in me is my PTSD, Bobby. I don’t think it can just be turned off.”“It wouldn’t hurt. What on earth do you have in mind? Janet said doesn't Dennis have a couple of b*****rs ? Yes I said you mean Dave and Dan the twins right? Don't they live around here ? Yes just the next town over they both work in construction and chase women and can't hang on to a steady girlfriend , they just love to play the field to much. I really haven't seen they since the wedding, all the better said Janet to get reacquainted and besides I could use some fun in my life too . Janet's husband is a long. All I saw of her for a while was the back of head and her reddish blond hair.I had worn my dress uniform because service men got a break on their transportation costs if they wore them, even though it was a target for insults and ridicule from some people. I tried not to let it bother me most of the time but I wondered if my wearing it had brought on such this emotional reaction from the girl by the window. “Oh well,” I thought, “You can’t please all of the people all of the time.”We arrived.