<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;">I am pleased and Ari can tell.  <br/><br/>We are clearly in the midst of the woods and our path out with Jaclyn is not guaranteed, quite, quite uncertain.  But these present reactions are relatively normal Jaclyn reactions.  Her phone and desire to use it—normal.  Her reliance on Miss Silk—normal.  It can’t hurt for those normal patterns to be encouraged.  What one does not want is a turning back, a turning back more deeply into the woods, that is of concern; in other words, the concern is du Monde!<br/><br/><strong>“Capital!  I have Miss Silk’s number as well.  That’s secure.”</strong>  If she has Taffy, might she also have du Monde, on speed dial even?  Steer her toward sane avenues: <strong>“The food here is five star is it not?  How better to get re-energized?”</strong>    <br/></span>