<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/90d9/ec6u1j9bt29haur6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Ian O’Grady</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>FAI Investigator</strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dubois, my CGDA ally, the ditz, blonde, troublemaker and/or contrarian, has finally asked me to join the meeting.  I mean what’s up?  I’m the one who brought this whole matter to their attention.  Whole matter?  For me, I’ll call it the Rosendahl Quandary.<br/><br/>I enter the room.  I see the rotund Warcaof.  Is he competition?  But what am I thinking?  I wouldn’t say I was competing for Jaclyn.  I don’t think.<br/><br/>I look at Jaclyn.  My mind’s eye holds the previous Jaclyn model in memory.  I’m still startled by her present (politely said) physique and du Monde red hair.  I would say she’s a different type head-turner, including easily turning my head.  But that’s not what I’m concerned with.  I don’t think.<br/><br/>Well, here goes: “Jaclyn.  Good to see you safe.  Maybe think about submitting to FAI custody. . . . <em>Perhaps?</em>” <br/></span>