<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>Jaclyn looks wan.  Jekesai has skittered from point to point, whispering and nodding.  Jaclyn walks away and returns wearing her civvies.  I’m relieved.  When she asks to leave, I nod and hold my hand out in directing that she be first.  Jekesai next.  I fall in behind and block anyone else.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lm_gnwY3RO4/W19X8YI3i-I/AAAAAAAAP9M/ww3iBaSaFOI8HLRJU9cVS77q1uvJxMB5QCEwYBhgL/s1600/20180714_100256.jpg)</div><br/>We walk out of the building, outside to the dust. Hardly the city center.  Hardly anything.  I’m the opposite of enchanted.  I can see no charm.  We get to the car and it’s air-conditioned.<strong>“I will say that seemed like the longest hours of my life Jaclyn.”</strong>I look at her,<strong>“I do not want to pry, but it must be said.  Hopefully, delicately.  Well as delicately as a Warcaof can be.  Do you need any medical attention?”</strong><br/>