We were emerging from the period of war, of uniforms, of women-soldiers built like boxers. I drew women-flowers, soft shoulders, fine waists like liana and wide skirts like corolla.
It's my uniform. Everyone in my company wears it.It's hideous.Rose felt her hackles rise. The neon green uniform was hideous, butshe didn't appreciate him pointing it out. She opened her mouth.Yet des...