<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e0c5/igj1ddod0sjrx2jzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Fräulein J. Hagen</strong><br/>aka JayJay<br/>Flight Risk<br/><em>About Fräulein J.</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</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>… we three board a train for Kraków … a private compartment yet no sleeper … Ari makes sure I have money … and a cheap phone but I know no numbers to call, not Nan, not du Monde … firly short wait at Kraków … then a longer time … I sleep … feel several stops … when Peter shakes me awake, I notice that Ari is gone … we board for Luzerne to get off at Roissy … it might have been scenic but I slept … waking several times to find myself leaning against my big bear Peter with his arm around me … too tired to complain … shortly before Roissy, Peter   …</em></span></span><br/><br/><strong>  “Well, well, here we are.  The two of us, you to depart tomorrow.”</strong>I smile warmly.<strong>“Let’s not view this as hanging crepe. It’s a good plan and …”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he answers his phone … water and no report … sigh … perhaps the least of my worries, only $20M … he takes my hand …</em></span></span>[/color][/b]<br/><br/><strong>  “We can get caught up on the project just as soon as things are freed of du Monde. And I assure you that I will be your safety net as much as is humanly possible.”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I know you will, Peter.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we take rooms at the hotel and restaurant a block from Roissy Station where I first waiteds on du Monde … over dinner …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So do I try to contact Nan? Or just take a taxi to du Monde’s later tomorrow morning? I wish I had time to change my hair back but that’s several hours with an excellent hair technician. It’ll grow out and be horrible soon, so maybe du Monde will let me go back to my natural color.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… realize I’m rambling … take a sip of my vodka … an Onion soup with a crouton is served …</em></span></span><br/>