<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>It seems that Jaclyn has worked up quite an appetite.  Must be her conversations last night, energized.  She seems focused and rather unfocused.  Not a problem, causes me to focus after my night of tossing and turning.<br/><br/>I look at the waiter.<strong>“I’ll tell you what.  I’ll have the Club’s farmer’s breakfast.  Coffee.  No.  Make that tea.  Earl Grey.”</strong><br/><br/>Tonight?<strong>“Eight o’clock.  That’s cocktails.  It’s sort of casual then someone pretends that something has come up and the welcome is done.  Odd, but that’s the ritual.  More drinks.”</strong><br/><br/>Now, I thought Jaclyn was working this through.<strong>“I thought you were on top of Olivia, the venture.  (chuckle)  I mean the trip and tickets.  The Club has a travel service.  We can use that if you like.”</strong><br/>