<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;"><br/>I am rather impressed—it’s the first positive I have heard—du Monde making charitable contributions.  <br/><br/>Mulling that, I nearly miss the action plan.  I am to wait at the ready.  Hmmm.<br/><br/>Before the time for consideration of this plan’s wisdom has elapsed, Miss Silk is off.  Did she say that she’s been slapping Jaclyn?  But it was afternoon tea!  Was it not?<br/><br/>Somehow the attractive hand-me-down outfit is going to help in what sounds like a dire situation; at least judging from the stress in Miss Silk’s voice it’s dire.  <br/><br/>The strudel is not yet gone.  I reach for it.  I wonder what the implications of sex-crazed is.  I decide I’ll not yet ask the cook about that.<br/></span>