the woman returned , chattering something i did n't understand . mary jane took the turn onto st. charles. she felt her knees buckle as she slid toward the ground . quiet conversations sounded around her , and she felt as though she were waking from a trance . after midnight he was finally taken into the field hospital . it is not unlike what you would call porridge i believe . i did n't have the energy to go through the story of how i killed someone . no , i want you to meet him . 