<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong><br/>____<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>CGDA Cute Girl <br/>Detective Agency </strong> </span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">OMG!  My phone has buzzed with a message from Ursula.  Du Monde is in NYC!  <br/><br/>I don’t know what to make of that and I don’t want to worry Jaclyn or, for that matter, Peter.  Maybe it wasn’t even du Monde.  Perhaps someone who looks like her.  (The problem is Ursula would not make that mistake.)  More info, then I’ll share.<br/><br/>It seems Stephanie is taken by Jaclyn, woman helping women, and is hesitating on the ‘next’.  The next is for us to leave.  I take Stephanie’s elbow and pull which gets her moving outward bound with me.<br/><br/>“We’ve taken temporary offices for the CGDA in town here, sort of an all-in-one bNb. There’s room for Stephanie to work there.  No one knows the locale.”  That may be very important.<br/><br/>“Peter. I’ll call to see if you’d like a dinner companion.”  I smile.  “I mean someone named Steffy.  But I understand if not.”   <br/><br/>With that, Stephanie and I exit.<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Jehoshaphat!</em>  This meeting, such as it was, gives one the feeling of a revolving door.  Very fast!<br/><br/>Miss Dubois and the attorney have left.  <em>I was thinking of an intimate dinner with Jaclyn—oh wait, perhaps that was Miss Dubois’s way of prompting.</em><br/><br/>Perhaps Jaclyn has more to detail with her staff.  Quite understandable.  Quite.<br/><br/>With Miss Dubois having left, I chuckle, saying to Jaclyn.  <strong>“Quite friendly of Miss Dubois.  I daresay I already know she has dinner commitments.  A shame.  There is quite an extraordinary restaurant within a block of here.  Though intimate, it pleases the palate.”</strong>  <em>Hee-hee!</em>   <br/></span>