<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>I look at my pocket watch.  Late!  I should have texted or called, but . . . well I’m late.  I arrive and take a seat.<strong>“All apologies Jaclyn!  A small matter to take care of.  Resolved though.”</strong>I smile,<strong>“You revive well.  You look splendid!  Still in sleep indebtedness I suspect.  If it were me, you know, it would be no rest for the devil, but you’re no devil.”</strong>I frown, thinking of the true devil, Dikembe.<strong>“We should certainly start our day off with a couple of toasts—thankfulness for Jekesai and your well-being, oh and to smooth sailing from here, eh?”</strong><br/><br/>I take a deep breath to slow myself down.<em>Kaufff</em><br/>