I was almost hypnotizedby the rhythmic sound of our high-heels tapping on theconcrete floor as we headed for the car. The reality hit meagain as I sli... my skirt-covered bottom onto the softleather of the passenger seat and swung my legs into thecar."Very nice," said Angela smiling. "You may not need as muchwork as I thought."I tried to compose myself as Angela opened the garage doorand started the car. 'Okay,' I thought. 'Your wife is withyou, she owns the place where we are going and she. Civil servants of the Bavarian state government maintain the hut and its surroundings, and give guided tours to any hikers who happen by. Nailed to a post out front is a faded wooden plaque explaining, in six languages, that this was reputed to be the home of the fabled "Wechselhexe," or Change Witch."Sir, could you kindly tell me what that's all about?"The tour guide slowly shook his head at the young American tourist's question. "My dear fellow, the Brothers Grimm never wrote that particular. ”“Hi, Mum.” I whirled around and saw my daughter's lovely face, she flew into my arms and we hugged each other.“You said you weren’t coming up this year,” I said accusingly.“I changed my mind.” She giggled and turned to Charlie.“You must be the famous Charlie,”“Er, well, er, yes. How do you do?”I looked over her shoulder at my husband standing at the bar, he raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'Nothing to do with me.'“I’m going to the loo,” Charlie said and promptly disappeared.“You’re a dark. I passed the wood boards of two separate shipwrecks that were preserved in the water. It was like being a part of the past. I reached the stairs leading up the hill to the lighthouse. It wasn’t very many steps and rather steep, but not a bad climb. As I reached the top, a hand reach out to take mine and help me up. The strong hand took hold of mine and guided me the last few steps up. After steadying myself, I looked up and into the eyes of the man that just helped me. It was Jim Stewart, the.