<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Jaclyn collapses into sleep.  <br/><br/>I fill MichaI in so that he’s not unknowingly caught in the du Monde web should we be tracked to here.  Doubtful, but possible.  <br/><br/><em>Du Monde—Queen of Diamonds.  Despises Peter for a diamond ‘incident’.  Met and used Jaclyn; enchanted by Jaclyn, now presumably despises her when she failed a test in Berlin.  Stole diamonds from us with very negative continuing business consequences.  We’ve gone underground to here and from here we launch ‘next’. <br/>  <br/></em></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1992/91qf4afj5djm73o6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Michal – ‘U’ </span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Musician</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The two boys are still at it!  How has this happened?  (Chuckle) a Peter ‘incident’?  I look at the small bird sleeping.  More recent trouble for her.  Too bad for her.<br/><br/>She stirs and asks for soup.  “Yes, we have soup.  In the fridge.  It’s good cold or heated in the micro.  Beet soup.  Sour cream is in the fridge as well.  You know how to use the microwave I presume.” <br/><br/></span><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;">As Ari offers a precis of events, I nod.  U is appreciative!  From the sidelines it might sound like a lark.  I keep looking at Jaclyn as she sleeps.  She stirs and asks for soup.  I smile and U offers an answer.  <br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/be43/3416mma013cjpun6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Czeslaw Jr.</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Junior” </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The elders don’t exclude me, but they don’t include me either.  I catch a little of the conversation.  Trouble with some sort of crazy.  The little one’s name is Jaclyn, clearly it is Jaclyn.  She wakes and asks for soup.  U indicates politely where she can get some—he treats no one like a princess.  I rise, “Soup?  I fix.  Lot or lot?” <br/></span>