<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><em>Jehoshaphat!</em>Perhaps it’s the long trip, Olivia leaving so abruptly, but Jaclyn references her ‘ass’ and how Ms. du Monde might only be interested in using that!  And Jaclyn knows how to contact her still.<br/><br/>There is an art to listening.  It is imprecise.  Sometimes conclusions are incorrect.  All that acknowledged, she speaks of the Jameson woman as well as du Monde.  Jameson is wrapped in harshness; du Monde is . . . is what? . . . is wrapped in a tone of guilty pleasure, something of intrigue, an addiction before, something that can be revisited without the addiction?  Perhaps.<br/><br/>I let the quiet surround us for a while.<strong>“Oh my!  Speaking of contacts.  A much more enjoyable one would be Olivia.  Do we have a number, email or something reliable to contact her?”</strong>The question is not the most subtle, but still subtle.  I try to turn Jaclyn away from thoughts of the two to Olivia.  I know of my own, with mention of du Monde, I cringe, thinking what’s next.  My brother knows this and admirably refrains from saying that I should not have played that shell game with the du Monde diamond.  At least, he usually refrains.  Oh my, indeed!<br/>