<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;">I get a text from Jaclyn.  To me, I’m clearly not an expert, but it <span class="bbc_u">seems</span> that she is interested in my attendance.  A phone call to Ms. Dubois results in my image of her raising her eyebrow in a quizzical, bemused way as we chat.  She does pose the question: “It’s not for me to say Peter, but I will ask aren’t you involved, if not head over heels?  . . . Over Jaclyn?”  <br/><br/><em>Jehoshaphat!</em>  Yes, I would have to say I am involved.  How that’s to be defined seems uncertain.  Certainly as to Jaclyn and perhaps to me.<br/><br/>Ms. Dubois and I agree that I will be at the meeting.  10 it is.<br/><br/>But I make a point to arrive at 9:45.  If this were one of those old cowboy movies, it would be me arriving to make sure there was no setup, a bushwhack.  Here, I am guessing, it’s me perhaps seeking a private moment.  See what’s up with my friend, or is it more than friend?—with my . . . <br/><br/>Arriving, at the early moment, I pop my head in to see what might almost be described as a chess match between two women, one player with an eye patch no less!<br/><br/>Then I see Jaclyn, smile and wink.  <br/><br/>Did I wink?  <em>Great Caesar’s Ghost!</em>  How will that be interpreted? <br/></span>