<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… how I managed to sleep I don’t know … wake to some sunlight through a window and sounds like coffee percolating … get up and fold the blanket and use the toilet … peek into the next room and the kid is pouring two mugs … we exchange good mornings and go back to the small sitting room where i slept … he tells me he talked to his girlfriend and that she’s a little bigger than me and that she was bringing some clothes over later … he says not to worry, that she hates cops too … drink the percolated coffee in silence … I know du Monde’s house is within several blocks of the Roissy train station … that I’d recognize it from the street … he asks what my plan is …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I need to get to Roissy where I’m staying. I don’t know the phone or I’d call. So I guess I need to drive around there until I recognized the place. I don’t have any money, so all I can offer is if you can lend me money for a train to Roissy and a taxi, I can promise to pay you back in the mail when I can.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… his reply is interrupted by his girlfriend’s arrival … she has a small suitcase and immediately starts showing me tops and skirts and pants … hold several things up to me to try on … she has an undershirt and panties too … I use the kid’s bedroom … undershirt and plain blouse … plain, knee length skirt … the skinsuit with the pockets of diamonds and glass shard though will need special treatment … as I head back out, I hear him telling her about Roissy … emerge into the sitting room …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, this will work. And I need a double paper bag for that suit I was wearing. It’s expensive and those things don’t grow on trees.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he heads for the kitchen as she appraises what I’m wearing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “I know someone in Roissy. She’s known as Diamantenkönigin, uh that’s diamond queen or something like that. I used to do some things for her and she paid cash.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… did I twitch? … maybe I did …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Um, yeah, what a coincidence. That’s where I need to get.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he returns with two paper grocery bags … I put the skinsuit with it’s full pockets into the bag followed by the boots … put that bag into the other so it’s double wrapped … and look at the pair …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Do you know her address? How do you suggest I get to Roissy?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they converse briefly in German … the girl responds …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ll bring my car around back in a while. You get in back and duck down. It’s about 45 minutes and I’ll let you out at her front door and drive away. That work? Oh, you need shoes.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and she leaves me standing at du Monde’s front door in a frumpy outfit with too large runners carrying a paper bag … ring the doorbell and wait …</em></span></span><br/>