<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Egad!</em> is my first thought, not spoken.  My brother looks at me quizzically.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m looking at pictures of Jaclyn, Miss, errr Ms. Rosendahl sticking her tongue out at . . . I don’t think it’s at me or us, but . . . ”</strong> . . . <strong>“<em>Egad</em> from all indications it seems that du Monde has been reinserted, reasserting, somehow. I fear Jaclyn is seeking more of her, to be. . . injected?”</strong>  <br/><br/>Ari hands me a tonic of large whisky.  <strong>“Miss Silk must be our ally.  It is a . . . a ‘send’ from her phone.  A prayerful hope that she is I should say!”</strong> <br/><br/>I know, have feared, the allure du Monde presents to Jaclyn.  <br/><br/>What next?  Does Jaclyn tempt Miss Silk to imbibe of the she-devil or does Miss Silk gently steer her free?  <em>Egad!</em> <br/></span>