<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/0o4om1.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Peggy Barnes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peggy_Lipton)</strong><br/><em>CGDA Lippy</em><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">       </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tickets in hand and a bit over an hour before train leaves, we check the several lounges around the outside of the main concourse.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Nicky, if we find Mauch, would it be proper for me to approach him alone? A girl, less intimidating? He was embarrassed as all heck with what he did to get his cash back. Wicked move by Rosendahl or maybe bydu Monde, we need to talk about that. I don’t know what we’ll get from Mauch, except hopefully something to pay Herr Josi for the favor he just did us. Or do you think just you approach him? That might work better than having me do it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">We enter what may be the fanciest lounge – if measured by the very low level of splash and advertising. Look around. And wonder of wonders, probably Mauch is reading the newspaper and sipping from a coffee cup.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Who’s going Nicky? Me or you or both. You decide, we’re out of thinking time.”</span></span><br/>