<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><br/>It was not hard to come up with a plan for breakfast.  Ari and I agreed that it would make sense for me to breakfast alone with Jaclyn.  There was something about her tone.  It might make it easier if there was a one-on-one.<br/><br/>I shall make no judgments, just listen to why in the blue blazes she just flew away on her own and . . . well I’ll<em>work very hard</em>at listening. . . . which is an art.<br/><br/>I take the seat next to her.<strong>“Hee-hee!  There she is—Jaclyn.  Good morning!  Did you sleep well, as if in Africa again?”</strong>I unfold my napkin.<strong>“I’m rather in the mood for a hearty breakfast which is always the case unless it’s afternoon when I’m in the mood for a hearty lunch unless it’s . . . ”</strong>I smile affably, realizing that I’m relieved to see Jaclyn in the flesh.<strong>“Well, you get the idea.   <em>Hee-hee!</em>”</strong><br/>