<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I now have counted several references to the train.  It is past humor and as light as she tries to make it sound, she is angry.<br/><br/>“I like to think my powers should be devoted to higher matters, but let me suggest this.”  I wink at Peter.<br/><br/>“I think it wise that we not be sitting ducks.  Let us assume that du Monde intends something untoward.  She seems to be approaching fixation on you Jaclyn.  Heaven help us if she approaches all things in such a fashion.” <br/><br/>I wait.  ”Sooooo, there are many out of the way cafes.  Find our way to there, then figure out dinner.  There are two phones between the three of us.  We can call this Tammy or whomever.  If you need privacy, we can improvise that.” <br/><br/>“Keep number one priority as getting eyes 20-20, then onto the next whatever that might be.”  This time I raise my eyebrow and nod to Peter.  Let’s see what that accomplishes.<br/></span>