<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;"><em>Jehoshaphat!  Egad!  Great Caesars Ghost!</em>  Yes, yes.  I know about the clothes, the sizes, all that.  We have that on hand, but Jaclyn is in hellion mode.  I have never seen her like this.<br/><br/>Waiting outside the bathroom, I heard the bump into objects.  She’s said and I’ve gathered she can’t see.  She exits the bathroom, re-entering the bedroom.  Better at returning than entering—a quick learner it seems.  “I am here.”  She’s mostly covered, on top, but not everywhere.  <em>Oh!</em>  It’s tempting to help her with covering, but not wise in any regard.<br/><br/><strong>“Clothes are at hand.  It’s mid-morning.”</strong>  I lean forward.  Her eyes do not follow.  <strong>“Glued?  Have you confirmed that?  How is it that you can’t remove them?  Like contacts.”</strong><br/><br/>I really don’t know what to expect next.  It’s as if we now have a du Monde twin in our midst.   <em>Egad!</em>  I can hardly imagine what transpired.  I know of du Monde’s ‘bitches’ as Jaclyn refers to them—I am quite certain that one of them stabbed me (I rub my thigh)—but blinded?  Lenses, not some other way, and did they tell her they were glued or does she know?  And how does she know?  <br/><br/>She must have been in hell every moment.  The red-haired she-devil seducing her, how?  <em>Jehoshaphat!</em>    <br/></span>