<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Chloe, unlike herself, not in her usual down to earth mode, seems to be playing along and even leading the way on this book lark.  I’m very certain that there are no ingested special brownies as her impetus for this.  Mike’s getting the same sense of a lark and, for my part, I do the age-old circling of one’s ear with a finger as in crazy Chloe, “yep, loony for sure.”<br/><br/>But then Mike triggers a frown from me.  I’m used to Mike being handsy, but what distracts me from taking (warranted or unwarranted) credit for the book opening, is a touch (no big deal) and doing a Gollum imitation (major, major frown).  “Michael,” (I say Michael to let him know I’m super serious), “Michael, any Gollum in a movie or imitation, good or bad, turns me into an axe wielding horror.  The first thing I think about is castrating whomever does that.”  I’m rather proud of the proper English and the almost Brit tone to that.  “So no Gollum” . . . “please.”       <br/><br/>“Orangutan, nectarine or . . . what are you trying to say Chloe?”  I don’t go the extra step of the school teacher <em>‘say it slowly and enunciate.’</em>   <br/></span>