<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/0o4om1.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Peggy Barnes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peggy_Lipton)</strong><br/><em>CGDA Lippy</em><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">       </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Where</strong>: At Gelateria Castelletto <abbr title="actually in Vienna">in Zurich</abbr>.<br/><strong>When:</strong> Day three of CGDA’s Pursuit of Jaclyn, mid afternoon.<br/><strong>With:</strong> My partner Nicky.</span></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Our taxi drops us at Castelletto, a street corner walk-in place with a line to select from many flavors of gelato plus toppings. As we enter and look around, I note there appears to be a full restaurant farther in. Yet toward the back of the open seating there’s a single woman with an athletic appearance. We drag our rollers back toward her.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Hi, I believe we spoke on the phone about an hour ago. Are you waiting for us? Sorry we’re late, packing and traffic.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">No names. No titles. Discrete.</span></span><br/>