<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>Rather nice meal I think.  Jekesai takes my dishes away before I can say it’s something I can do.  I wander over to the bar, pour myself a drink.  Gazing at the scene, almost to myself I say “Peaceful.”<br/><br/>Not to disturb Jaclyn, I wander away, over to some of the men who are talking amongst themselves.  I sit down with my drink.  Raise my glass in greeting and take a sip.  They’re sociable and there’s some light talk of the next day.  It’s clear that this is not a night to sally deeply into with drinks at hand and exaggerated stories told.<br/><br/>It seems early to bed then.  I nod at Jekesai, look at Jaclyn and leave.  Morning will be upon us soon enough: to see the operation, get Jaclyn’s impressions and perhaps hear from Olivia.<br/>