<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;">Dare I think (hope) it’s coming to a peaceful end?  Ari and I know the plan’s the best shot—Jaclyn ‘confronts’ du Monde—that is, ‘confesses’ her panic and fleeing in Berlin, that the bust was not her doing, it was Rapido.  Jaclyn gets in du Monde’s good graces, then she uncovers something that can be used to create an end to hostility, an end to her abusive, abrasive onslaught of a temper tantrum.  <br/><br/>Everything has been rather pleasant as we head back.  The meal was nice.  Even the train ride.  Undeniably it would be more enjoyable if all this were past us, but we’re getting there.  <br/><br/>The last of the plan was option A or option B.  Call Rapido in or not?  We decided that it would be no Rapido, hold that in reserve.<br/><br/>And now, with great bravado and even some optimism, Ari and I place Jaclyn Hagen in the cab.  I wave somewhat forlornly as the cab pulls away.  Can’t think of how I feel about her.  Not now.  Later, maybe.<br/></span>