<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;">I stand a distance away from Jaclyn and Ari stands a farther distance away.  Neither of us has a hard time hearing her.  Eyes averted, I hand her clothes.<br/><br/>I have assured Jaclyn that yes, lunch and yes, a doctor.  As she dresses, I mention to Ari I’m finding Jaclyn’s behavior of concern and dare I say, shrewish.  Ari, not even having to deal with her, describes her a bellicose bitch.  This underlines my concern that we have a new du Monde on our hands.<br/><br/>Hopefully, getting dressed calms her.  I call, <strong>“Eyes at 3.  Lunch beforehand.  Work for you?”</strong>  I try to have a smile in my voice, not the frown of my concern.  <br/></span>