<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ff6d/2eiwghvw6s44q42zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and off we go out into the cool Geneva night air … Pete on the outside with me next … my arm hooked into his … then Taffy with her arm in mine … and finally Ari with one arm for Taffy to hold and his other pulling Taffy’s roller bag …<br/><br/>… we reach the hotel and pack ourselves into the lift … in the rooms the boys have taken, I gesture to Taffy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Our room is down there. Two beds and our own bath. I’ll be there in a moment.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn to Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “An early start please. The Chase office for my credit card and hopefully my phone. And then a big department store. They must have a <span class="bbc_u">Globus</span> (https://www.google.com/maps/place/Globus+Gen%C3%A8ve+Grand+Magasin/@46.2039354,6.1451023,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x478c652edaa7be81:0xd018fe02b36d33e0!8m2!3d46.2039354!4d6.147291) here, those are good.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pat his arm … he doesn’t seem to like more affection than that …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And thank you for everything, rescuing me from du Monde and this hotel and for dinner and for protecting us and for bringing Taffy here too. I prefer to depend on her for much and she needed to get away from that development until we can both get back to it, hopefully in a week or so after I’ve recovered and figured out how I can travel with the US Feds after me. Maybe that Swiss cop can help, we’ll start working that tomorrow. Good night!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… squeeze his arm one more time and turn to follow Taffy … she’s started to unpack …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Go ahead and shower if you wish or wait until morning. I’ll be asleep by the time you’re ready for bed.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… next to one of the beds, I take off my shoes, top and pants and toss the clothes onto the chair … the undershirt and panties will have to suffice for sleep clothes again … into the bed and pull up the sheet and blanket in the cool room … sleep is washing over me as my head hits the pillow … last thought is wondering whether Taffy will climb in with me and snuggle …</em></span></span><br/>