<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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I shake my head to indicate ‘nothing’s’ worrying me, then chuckle.  “I’m not signaling – communicating as I should to someone who is currently sightless.”  Peter doesn’t seem to think this is at all humorous.  “No doubt I’ll have adjusted to better communication with verbalizing and then you’ll have your sight back.”   I spread my hands.  “What’s worrying me is the du Monde mentality.  I don’t know what the psychologists call it, but she is demonic in her ideas.  Fixed.  Determined.”  I look at Peter who is content to let me carry the ball.  “And she has revealed that she has fixated on you.  There is a history which cannot be ignored.” <br/></span>