<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;">Menus arrive and my brother does what he does and I do what I do—we bury our noses in the menus.<br/><br/>The normal begins: what to have?  Drinks and food, exactly what?<br/><br/>Hearing the first inkling from the two ladies, I raise my head from the menu as Ari does.  I look at the waiter.  Pointing to Miss Silk, <strong>“She is in charge of food, beginning with appetizers.”</strong>  Pointing to Jaclyn, <strong>“She is in charge of drinks.”</strong>   <br/><br/>I point to Ari and me.  <strong>“We are in charge of saying when there is enough . . . oh, and the bill.”</strong> Ari nods.<br/><br/><strong>“I apologize if you don’t speak English.  That means awkward German by me and my brother, can’t speak for the girls.”</strong>  <em>Hee-hee!</em>—can’t speak for them, that’s the half of it.<br/><br/>Our server gives an okay signal and smile.  <br/><br/>I set the menu down.  What exactly we have now sits with Fate, the lovely brunet, Miss Silk.  Will Jaclyn settle down or . . . no, no, I shall think eat, drink and be merry for the moment.<br/></span>