The city fathers of Venice have built a wooden platform that covers several acres of St. Mark's plaza. We get the crowd up and rocking. They are stomp...ing so hard I'm afraid the campanile will fall down again. But it doesn't.Afterwards, we are cooling off in a sort of little tent that works as a green room. This violet-eyed brunette pops in. She has no trouble getting past security, or past anyone else, I can tell. "I'm Giulietta," she tells me, "But you call me Julie." Her accent is. " Harold said. "I'm just a little stressed out." He cleared histhroat. "All right. I'll meet him for lunch at 12:30. There's a window in theSenior Lounge across the room. Can you hit him from there?"Mort nodded. "No problem, kid. Piece of cake." He looked at his watch. "Youbetter get moving or you'll be late." Harold grabbed his books and flew outthe door.Harold reached his first class with moments to spare. As he sat down, a notewas placed on his desk. "Meet me after class. Love, Ginger" with. "Carolyn began slowly disrobing Angel while he looked into her eyes with relief mixed with equal parts of sadness and passion. He held her face and kneaded the tension from her neck with the touch of his fingertips. He began to work his hands into her very short hair's gentle little curls while cooperating one arm at a time in her slow removal of his cocktail dress.Much later Angel was holding the sleeping Carolyn. For the first time in his life he felt the pain of his past recede to a state of. The relief was short-lived and the throbbing in her head came back to her attention. She glanced around the room as she rubbed her temples, and was surprised to see a plate of toast and an enormous glass of water sitting on the bedside table. She couldn’t help but smile, whoever brought her here was either very considerate, or had done this a few times before. She ate the toast and drank the entire glass of water, and started feeling more like herself. She got out of the bed on unsteady legs.