<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>I’m exhausted and flabbergasted.  Exhausted because the flood of adrenaline subsides.  Flabbergasted because Jaclyn has not batted an eye.  Threat, danger, rescue, interview.  I watch more than listen to the interview.  Jekesai is kept on hand for a third interview with another candidate.  It was polite to wait and see if he would return but I knew he would not—the look of panic before made that clear.<br/><br/>I would have hired Jekesai on the spot, but now we’ve waited and when Jaclyn concludes the process with the Jekesai decision I nod.<br/><br/>With some concern and confusion, I ask Jaclyn<strong>“When do you collapse?  Have the crisis of emotions?  The knife incident was harrowing.”</strong>I eye Jaclyn, studying her, wondering.<br/>