<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>Jekesai is a godsend.  I suspect she brings up the clothes and footwear to distract Jaclyn—to think about something else.  And if we are to move on, Jaclyn clearly of a mind to do so, we do need the clothing.<br/><br/>I nod.<strong>“My room at 10.  That works.  Walking shoes of good comfort.  Otherwise, whatever clothing there is, I’m fine with it.  I rather favor native garb, but that may require some interaction with locals.  Don’t want them taking insult.”</strong><br/><br/>My eyes crinkle and I smile at Jaclyn,<strong>“You on the other hand would please whatever group’s wear you would choose.  You can be our diplomat, eh?”</strong><br/>