<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;">Miss Silk is the opposite of bubbly.  Not that I know many UKers who bubble, but all in the same she’s not errr frothy(?), rather somber might be a proper interpretation.<br/><br/>So this ‘Tutu’ thing can be a tipoff.  I nod, distracted, worried about the young woman before me.  <strong>“Watch out for Fifi, no errr. . . Tutu . . . warning lights and all that.”</strong>   <br/><br/>It may be taking liberties, but . . . it seems appropriate to me.  I hope she has an open mind.  It could be viewed as forward.  <em>Egad!</em>  In these very sensitive times, one does not know exactly how to proceed.<br/><br/><strong>“Miss Silk.  It would make sense to ally.  Might you be willing to stay a few days?  Upon Jaclyn’s return, we could gauge things.  Needn’t tell her of our alliance even.  ”</strong>   <br/><br/><strong>“She may need your comforting.  At her last, errrr ‘crash(?)’ it seemed that your presence brought things to an almost rational place.”</strong>   <br/></span>