<div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">...“Peter, Jaclyn. Please just listen and get ready to write something down.” <br/><br/>. . . “I need to meet you tomorrow morning in Berlin. Bring Ari if you want but I will only meet with you. <br/>I’ll be at just inside the Sportpark Poststadion at the corner where the Turmstraße ends at the park where it bumps into Rathenower Straße 10:30 in the morning. <br/><br/>Not life and death but very important. <br/><br/>Got all that? Good! And thanks for the drink two nights ago. I needed that more than you’ll ever know. See you tomorrow.”</span></span></em><br/><br/>________________</div><br/><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;"><br/><em>Thanks for the drink.</em>  That’s what she said.  No safe word; is this a situation when one uses it?  Ari, dear brother, was all logic—she sounded stressed in my opinion, but Ari reminds she’s intelligent and been stressed before.  The drink lends credibility and would not be used if she did not intend me to do as she asked.<br/><br/><em>Harrumph!</em> I’m (hopefully) sure that matters are as well in hand as possible.  The du Monde cook who I met at the market (intentionally) gave no indication that the household was upset.  The ‘guest’ was leaving.  Nothing more.  More intel from her, dear cook?  Not with the single ‘accidental’ meeting.  It would have taken more early mornings, more casual smiles and encounters—none of which would now be possible.<br/><br/>Jaclyn didn’t say I couldn’t get here early.  And I am early.  I’m pretty sure this is the place.  Should I call her?  <em>“Wait!  Patience!”</em>  The hiss in my ear is Ari.  I have a ‘hearing aid’ and he observes out of sight offering observations.  <em>Jehoshaphat!</em>  My eyes dart in the direction of each new movement—clearly, I will settle down as soon as I see Jaclyn.  <br/></span>