<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><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I beam at Jaclyn.  <strong>“So you’re ready to eat the proverbial horse then Ms. Hagen?  <em>Hee-hee!</em>”</strong>  <br/><br/>Michal indicates it’s a short walk to the restaurant.  I step out of the building and turn, leading the way, not knowing exactly where to go.  Michal clears his throat, I signal another direction until I get a nod from him and we’re walking, a merry troop.  Ari is quiet, his eyes looking about, an observant tourist or a concerned planner?  There’s no doubt about why I’m looking around.  No sign of any du Monde agent, but it is as Jaclyn says—stay on our guard.  Indeed!<br/></span>