<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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I look at Ari; we are witnessing a crazed banshee tirade—tactic or malady?  <br/><br/>Wait!!!  What’s this?!?  The African project—a  . . . a scam?  A fraud upon us?!!!  And I’m part of it?  Because?  <em>Harrrummphhhh!</em><br/><br/><strong>“You can run on recklessly, form your theories, judge things by some resort rumor/speed test, but it’s all balderdash!  AND at this very moment I am learning of our <span class="bbc_u">joint</span> financial commitment being lost, nowhere to be found?  You heard of this?  How and when?  Have you spoken to Olivia?  I mean since the night, the night she left after spending time with you.  . . . Alone.”</strong>  <br/><br/>My eyes narrow, focusing on Jaclyn.  She is testing my gentlemanly skills and they are very much stretched.  <br/></span>