<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9EwU4iX.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong> </div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">This must be what opera is like.  Lots of ups and downs, emotional fits and tears.<br/><br/>But I’m feeling like things are proceeding positively.  I am relying a bit on past Jaclyn drama here, but so be it and the ‘next’ seems obvious.<br/><br/>I’m willing to go with Jaclyn to the Ladies and free her hands—friendship and all being a part of this.  Nevertheless, I do look at Peter for the nod of approval and he easily nods in the positive.<br/><br/>“Like sure Jaclyn.  All that makes sense.” <br/><br/>I sort out her makeup and put it in my purse.  “There.”<br/><br/>It takes time to undo her hands since I’m not an expert in binding.  (I would admit to some experience, but this is not a job interview or a date).<br/><br/>With Jaclyn’s hands free, I smile.  “Okay.  Off we go.  Makeup and inspection next on the agenda for project Rescue Jaclyn.”  I giggle, whispering, <em>“That kill part.  Let’s pretend like that wasn’t said.  It’s one of those things the coppers find out about if something bad happens.”</em>   <br/></span>