<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;">My call gets a du Monde-like response in tone.  Substance is—of course!  I take her hand and lead her to the loo.  What is this?  Help find?  She can’t see!  <br/><br/>As she feels her way to a seated position with help, I exit.  Around the corner, I speak, <strong>“Eye doctor?  Of course!  May I look perchance?  I mean not immediately.  You know?  After, that’s what I mean.”</strong> <br/></span>