<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 meal comes to us.  Jaclyn seems pleased.  I take a taste.<strong>“<em>Jehoshaphat!</em>  I am not an English aristocrat who thinks a few flakes of pepper makes things spicy!”</strong><br/><br/>I signal for the head server to come.<strong>“I do not wish to be foretold of my destiny in Hades, but I do wish to have this dish spiced as one would serve it to someone who lives here and is not a tourist.”</strong><br/><br/>I continue,<strong>“It’s not your fault.  I understand.  But I would like the spice.”</strong><br/><br/>The server nods pleasantly and takes the dish away.<strong>“I rather like spicy things Jaclyn.  I trust you found yours to your liking.”</strong><br/>