<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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>“No, we shan’t need a doctor.  Just too much party.”</strong>  I hope that’s what is said on taking care of a tipsy friend.  And I hope no doctor shall be needed.<br/><br/>I’m glad Ari had suggested a blanket in the getaway car.  Certainly Jaclyn had not been undressed for travel.  Perhaps we should have tried to contact her, to let her know, but surely she must have known that we would not leave her in the du Monde clutches.<br/><br/>Now, in the hotel room after all the assurance.  Jaclyn under covers.  Ari and me waiting for her to revive.  The three of us can plan the next step.  If all works, we have reached a draw, stalemate—but that has yet to be sprung on du Monde.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  Jaclyn will be pleased to hear of that!  <br/></span>