<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/>I’m knocked on my heels, flabbergasted, don’t know what to say.  With her ‘goodbye’ she turns and walks away.  I do not like this one bit!<br/><br/></span><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;">The old dog doesn’t say anything at all.  What does Jaclyn intend?  “Rather melodramatic I’d say Peter.  Or fatalistic?  Or  . . . ” <br/><br/>Peter’s not having any of it.  I know my brother well enough to let this go.<br/><br/>Jaclyn leaves.  I wonder if we should talk this plan over once more or have a nightcap.  Perhaps both.<br/></span>