In the wee hours, around 4AM, C wakes me up. For several seconds, I lie there trying to remember whether I'm in Miami or Cuba.
Who has snuck into my room? Are they CIA? Mob? Pro-Castro Cubans? Is is someone who's going to try to slit my throat? Should I grab them stick a knife in the side of their head?
Then I realize it's some dame. Whew. She's not gonna kill me. It's just some broad I'm using for a shakedown, probably. I can go back to sleep.