<div align="center">Andrew in Waffle House enjoying the food and company.</div><br/>"You know it is just a building and no lives were lost. Aline is fine, we all are and no one can be blamed for what happened. These old buildings tend to have a few hazards that can spark up. It's good to see everyone here.<br/>Besides i did manage to save abut fourteen works of art from the gallery. It isn't much but at least a start."  Andrew explained.<br/><br/>He wanted no one to think he stole the art work.<br/>He looked across at India and gave her a wink. He scanned the room and saw faces he had met briefly in earlier encounters at the lunch meeting..<br/>He had his order of sticky waffles and quietly tucked in to them with manners and dignity. His eyes glanced up and down India, wearing a little less than she might have wished to in public. Andrew was going to complain. The men were handsome and the women beautiful. He was thankful to be in such pleasant company.<br/><br/>"So what happens now? I guess it's rebuilding time Aline? If I can help in any way. I am a dab hand with a paint brush." Andrew asked.<br/><br/>He licked his lips to taste the maple syrup on his waffle and rolled his tongue across the sticky sweetness that had parked itself on his mouth.