The next morning as he awoke, Don lay confused, trying to regain any memory of the previous night’s events.
He glanced about the room; the skylight above him allowing excellent lighting to study his surroundings. They were simple, a bed and sink. A half opened door revealed a shower stall and toilet.
Slowly the memory of the previous evening became clearer. He grinned to himself and turned his body toward Sarah’s. She was awake, lying on her back, her eyes focused it seemed on the wall directly across from her. She reached for the ashtray on a bedside table.
“You talk in your sleep, sugar.” Propping herself against the headboard Sarah picked a marijuana roach from the ashtray and lit it. Rubbing her eyes she barked, “Shut the curtains, Herr American, and what’s the idea of pretending you’re German.” She sucked loudly on the roach, inhaling the smoke and slid her eyes over Don’s naked body, “I could have gotten that in the states.”
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