<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;">Rapido called to let us know that Jaclyn had been kidnapped.  She said she’d keep me informed for which I thanked her.  <br/><br/>Kidnapping—that’s rather easily taken care of with Jaclyn saying ‘not so’.  BUT we’ve yet confirmed her mental state, that she’ll say ‘not so’.  I’ll not worry about statistics and the Stockholm syndrome or variations.  Just deal with matters as they come up.  <br/><br/>But all in the same, some forethought.  Who is her aide?  The efficient one?  Oh yes, Taffy—<em>hee-hee!</em>, the light sprite or that’s how I think of her since I carried her out of wreckage.  She’s one that keeps on ticking.  But we’ll see.<br/><br/>We’re at what I have come to think of as an informal shift change of watching over Jaclyn.  I rap at the door, with a soft voice, “Liquids, food, more rest, what next Jaclyn?” <br/></span>