<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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">So I am to go discreetly to this room 314.  <em>Hee-hee!</em>  That lightens things for a moment.  Shall I move in the mode of a cat-burglar, with stealth and guile?<br/><br/>I’ve told Ari of this message.  We’re agreed that the two of us should not go together.  <br/><br/>He will coordinate as I meet.  <br/><br/>There is the gentle prompting/consoling of the dispirited Miss Silk--Ari shall ask does she wish to attend 314?  She seems towed underwater in the wake of the Jaclyn du Monde behavior.  <em>Egad!</em>  Did I really pair those names like that in my thoughts?  <em>Jehoshaphat!</em> <br/><br/>Yes, Ari will coordinate.  We both need assurances for the ‘why--these two’--Ari will also contact Miss Dubois.  <br/><br/><em>Harrumph!  Kawf, kawf .. . </em>  It seems that I’m unconsciously rebelling against the simple request of being discreet.  I look around, seeing no one, I knock at door 314.  <br/></span>