Later that night Sax awakened when the bed began to shake. Thinking it was an earthquake; he got out of bed and turned on the light, realizing
that Miami, Florida didn’t get earthquakes.

Quizzically, he looked around.

“Then what’s that banging noise…?”
He was alarmed when he saw his wife twitching in the bed, having a seizure. He didn’t know what was going on.

He had never before seen this.

Panicking, he picked up the phone and called 9-1-1, realizing how much he truly loved his wife.

Should I call your Mom and Dad? What is going on with my wife? Oh my God! I can’t lose her! I love my
wife.

When the authorities answered he said about to lose his mind, “It’s my wife, she is having a traumatic seizure, please get an ambulance to
13455 S.W. 109th Court.”

“One will be there momentarily. Sir, please stay on the line.”

He didn’t know what to do. Jadish’s body bounced on the bed, making the headboard slap the wall with an aggravating banging sound.

His heart fluttered with his tightening throat. On second thought, he picked up his wife, carried her to his car and did 125 M.P.H. to the nearest hospital.

Sitting in the main lobby of the new Baptist Hospital in Homestead, he had his face in his hands, deeply depressed.

What was going on with his wife....

Watching his wife’s body twitch and arch in the air the way that it had really scared him to death.

Was this something she just developed or did she always have seizures?

Couldn’t be the latter because she never had them since they been
married.

He took out his cell phone, and called his mother-in-law, telling her where Jadish was.

“She’ll be fine,” her mother said, not really concerned. This struck him as odd.

“Your daughter is in the hospital. She had a seizure. Maybe you didn’t hear me.”

“I heard you. She wasn’t having a seizure.

She was having a bad dream.”

He was appalled. Standing up, he snapped.

“What in the fuck…”

“Listen, Sax. Then you’ll understand…”

“Listen to what?”

“There is something Jadish…never mind, just hear me out.”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

A few hours later, Jadish, deadly tired, was sitting in the front seat of Sax’s SS Impala.

Quiet. She refused to look of him and he refused to look at her. She didn’t put on her seat belt and when Sax
saw it he said, “Mind putting your safety belt on?

You know these Cubans can’t drive.”
Not up to arguments, she put it on.
Humming to herself. She was trying to remain cool.

Sax was manhandling the rain swept streets. Very difficult to see when it rained like this.

His turmoil worsening for his wife, he turned on some Billie Holiday, turning the volume down low.

Erroneously buggered about how those doctors rushed his wife out of the hospital just to make room for another patient, he had a problem
with something he chose not to bring up.

Did they even run the proper tests on her? Hismother-in-law claimed she was just dreaming.

He thought anything but.

No one told him anything..