<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Our Polish hosts came back from the bar and then left.  <br/><br/>Ari filled Jaclyn in: <em>from our outpost via train to du Monde’s town—a cab, just a cab, no ally driving.  Cash etc.?  Yes, replenished with money and equipped with a phone.  In all likelihood du Monde will strip her of what she has.</em>  Then he left.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, well, here we are.  The two of us, you to depart tomorrow.”</strong>  I smile warmly.  <strong>“Let’s not view this as hanging crepe.  It’s a good plan and ”</strong>  . . . I take Jaclyn’s hand <em>buzzzz!!!!</em>—my phone is buzzing.  There’s only one way to stop it and that’s to look and push the button.  I do look and push the button.  <strong>“A report on the water project is due.  Nothing from Olivia.”</strong>  I smile, take Jaclyn’s hand back, saying, <strong>“We can get caught up on the project just as soon as things are freed of du Monde.  And I assure you that I will be your safety net as much as is humanly possible.”</strong>  So there!<br/></span>