Isabeau asked again, as she made her way to him, “Are you alright, Maestro?”The Maestro shook his head; his breathing had become ragged and labore.... His mind raced with strange images, sights and sounds. He could hear distant waves crashing against rocks and herring gulls squawking high above him. When Isabeau lifted his head in her hands, the smell of the sea was all around him.“Y-yes,” he replied. Maybe I should leave, Isabeau. I’m not feeling like myself. This bedeviled feeling coursing. “So you left them there on purpose,” I said. “Of course I did,” she replied, “I've heard you down here sometimes at night and it's pretty clear what you're doing and I've even heard you using my name so I thought you'd like a pair my knickers to come in.” There wasn't much I could say because she was right but her next comment took me completely by surprise. “You can keep the if you want Mike, but on one condition,” she said, smiling. I was almost afraid to ask what that condition was but I. “Ja. It means ‘printer,’” she replied.“Do all German names mean something?” he pressed.“Many do, or did at one time,” Gretchen answered. “Holtz is a derivative of the word for woodcutter. It doesn’t mean that we become what our names suggest, anymore than people in America named Smith shoe horses or that people named Fry are cooks.”Agent Fry laughed in return. “You may have noticed that I’m not of English ancestry. Traditionally, Kurds don’t have surnames. Mine was kindly provided to my parents. We had missed lunch so we ate MREs and told the girls our plan. They agreed that going in at night would be better and put all three of us to bed as soon as we were done eating. They said they would wake us up to eat dinner just before sunset and then we could gear up and go check out CAR, until then we were to take a nap. The women had spoken and all three of us men knew better than to try and argue.Right on schedule I was kissed awake by Tia and told dinner was ready. I smiled and asked if it.