<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> <br/>Our evening’s end with the two girls (oh my, is it even appropriate to think ‘girls’?) was quite, quite.  Ari and I agreed that Jaclyn was very appreciative and it did seem heartfelt.  I nodded, chuckled and wholeheartedly, truly let her know it was ‘our pleasure’.  <br/><br/>As we went to our adjoining rooms, Ari and I looked at each other, no doubt our thoughts the same:  Jaclyn has been erratic.  She could be du Monde’s sister with that red hair!  What next?  Calmness or . . . . ?  Does Miss Silk know what might be in store?<br/><br/>Now entering my room, I close the door and see the expansive turned-down bed.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  Ari and I have done well enough.  There were times when we didn’t have a bed, later when times were better tossing a coin to see who slept in some manger.  <em>Hee-hee!</em><br/></span>