<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong></div></div></div><br/>Miss Dubois mentioned that Miss Rosendahl had inquired of my whereabouts.  Surprising that!  I had supposed that with what had gone on, she had rejected me as a mentor.  Relegated to a former crony.  With a call, we’re now scheduled for a dinner.  Couldn’t hurt to have a dinner for old times sake.  Could it?<br/><br/>I arrive promptly and see Jaclyn.  The maitre d’ nods as if he were expecting me.  I raise my hand to signal her and edge my way around some tables and finally get to the table.<strong>“Jaclyn, <em>hee-hee</em> you’re like the Phoenix.  The last time I saw you, well, <em>harrumph</em> it was a different look for you.  Surprising for me at least.”</strong><br/><br/>I settle in and look around for someone to take my drink order.<br/>