<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/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><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> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>PW: Harumph!</em>  Jaclyn suggests a repast which is as she would usually.  I view that as extraordinarily wonderful—this other persona might just be waiting until the guard is relaxed, but normal Miss Rosendahl is most welcome.  <br/><br/><em>PW:</em> <strong>“Capital!  Yes, yes.  Might as well draw the FAI chap here. Assuming of course that you feel up to it.”</strong>  I raise my eyebrow questioningly: <em>need we concern ourselves with the appearance of the ‘other?</em> <br/><br/><em>PW: </em> <strong>“Miss Dubois can you place the order?  Whatever Jaclyn has suggested.  And maybe let the chap know to come?”</strong> <br/><br/><em>Steffy:</em> I feel like Peter is a maestro, taking charge of Jaclyn’s psyche.  Normally, I’d tell Jaclyn to call in the order, why involve me to repeat her order?  But everything seems so fraught.  I get on the phone and place the order.  I text O’Grady.<br/><br/><em>Steffy:</em> “Food and drink will be here shortly.”  And “O’Grady too.  . . . But unlikely at the same time.”  <br/> <br/></span>