<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong></div></div></div><br/><em>Egad!</em>Now I see it!  I’ll concede it’s my fault even.  No sense in trying to allocate the damn issue.  None at all.<strong>“It’s all fallen into place.  I see things clearly now.  I hope.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“The incident at the party, the whole thing.  When I came to help, you bristled.  I left.  Didn’t want to impose, but it seems there was more.”</strong>I try to remember the details.  Did I see the hostess there even?<br/><br/>I frown, mostly thinking to myself,<strong>“No, no.  Not father, husband, no patronizing.  Let’s see how to explain.”</strong><br/><br/>Rugby!<strong>“What I’d say is we’re comrades in arms.  The life journey and all that.  If one goes down, if there’s a need for help, we gather together and provide that.  Many a rugby match where one of the blokes was injured.  We’d be sure of him, take good care and strategize.  Go for the win.  That’s it I’d say.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“We’ve not been business partners.  This project might offer that in a very good way, but Egad! I would expect the same of you—if I was in dire straights, you’d be there.  Perhaps I’ve just assumed, and certainly not said, hoping my actions spoke.”</strong>I open my hands, not knowing what to do with them.<br/><br/>Recent conversations shift now.  Jaclyn’s opening apology.  Got it.  Next, I think of what the ‘hostess’ said.<strong>“Did you not tell that woman that you wanted to please her mistress?  And that’s du Monde?!?”</strong><br/>