Carmen had two glasses of Mosel Wine, and Adam some dark beer, while the father and son team played away: a most handsome pair, if not down right touching thought Carmen.

It was going on 10:00 PM, when the hotel waiter asked if they wanted a last drink before they closed up.

"Nein,” said Carmen, politely, rubbing her arms together as the waiter looked at her mysteriously, "Kahlt,” (cold) she told him, as he walked away with a flat shape to his face—with no smile. When they got back to their rooms; as Adam undressed, he felt stiff and cramped, it had been a long drawn out day—to say the least. Halfway through the undressing, ready to jump under the cool linens, he told himself it was a worthwhile day, a great day, and he was happy he had come at her request. Carmen wanted it to be just such a day, very much so, and noticed him content as he pushed his youthful and muscular body quickly under the heavy quilt.

In point of fact, she was not feeling well, her head felt light, as she had a sensation sharply move through it, the temple area and frontal lobe to be exact, even a numbing of her teeth surfaced slowly, agonized her, along with a jagged feeling in her spine, then came an explosion with wreckage within her cerebellum. She had these signs and symptoms before and never told anyone outside of the doctor at the clinic, and a girlfriend who worked with her at the restaurant, and I suppose Günter knew something about it; I mean the surface information, not the underlining facts, the symptoms themselves: thus he referred to them as headaches, as she did. The doctor had ruled out such things as viruses, direct damaged, destroyed nerve tissue, or infectious diseases of the brain. But there was no denial of a general personality deterioration; for some folks would agree she was more unmannerly, and tactless, and at times mor

e unconcerned with her appearance than a year earlier.

She noticed his trousers and shirt lay on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, tried to smile as not to spoil the day, which had now of course, turned into the evening.

"Something wrong?” he asked.

"Nein…no, I mean, I don't remember…lieben…I mean Adam,” came out of her mouth, as if it was automatic. She added, "I wonder if they have a tower around… hier…I mean here?” She seemed to be drifting off, Adam notice, drifting into some dissociate zone… thinking in English and German at the same time.

"A tower,” said Adam [inquisitively], "what for, what kind of tower?” his eyebrows up in confusion, his eyelids closing out of fatigue.

"Pay no attention to me darling, you look absolutely dead, please go to sleep, I'll stay up awhile.” Intracrainal pressure increased her headache almost bringing her to the point of vomiting; she was a bit confused, if not with a little memory loss. She picked up his cloths, found a proper place for them; everything was in slow motion for her now. Then she went to look out the window slightly depressed. The view was not great, not as great as in Dieburg she thought, as at her apartment looking out her window; this view was of the back of the hotel. Adam was falling fast to sleep, but he had a few peculiar thoughts going on about Carmen in his head, she seemed odd this evening, he deliberated, but it was soon forgotten as he fell into a deeper sleep.

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