<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Our plates are brought back. I take a taste.<strong>“Most suitable!  You have made two diners quite happy!”</strong><br/><br/>I smile as I watch Jaclyn take in some more water.  She bridles when I coax her to watch out for herself, but a friend’s watchful eye cannot hurt.  I must just remember to watch and choose when to make a very careful suggestion.<br/><br/>I take a small gulp of coffee, setting the cup back down.  The server is at the cup, ready to fill.  I signal no more for the moment.<br/><br/><strong>“I may have exposed myself here Jaclyn.  ‘Eat as natives”.  I confess I know nothing of African food except I do not care for that sponge bread.  More sponge than bread.  I probably have some medical condition that interferes having that.  If you choose to tease me over that I shall remind you of this newly discovered medical condition.”</strong><br/>