<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>We successfully navigate the tight streets up to Beacon Hill.  I park Chloe's car in the street and we all get out at once. Chloe thanks me for driving as I hand her the keys once again.  I assure her that it was not a problem.  Circe is still 'processing' this situation and seems removed from us, in thought at least.<br/><br/>Chloe rings the doorbell and a maid answers.  I raise my eyebrows....a real maid....impressive.  And I look like something the cat dragged in.  We go to a room where Mr. Dawson and Aunt Becky are seated.  Introductions are performed graciously.<br/><br/>“Hello Daddy, Aunt Becky, this is Caoimhe Clarkson, Kimmie. Kimmie, my Daddy Joseph Dawson and my Aunt Elizabeth Crabtree. Kimmie worked for Crabtree and Welsh until a week ago when she resigned and came to work for me.”<br/><br/>Aunt Becky welcomes us with a warm greeting. For a woman who is dealing with all that her situation now presents  her, she is both charming and out going.  Mrs. Dawson leaves to make a phone call and Chloe adds another cryptic guideline.<br/><br/>“Mother if you please, a very small circle. And then only those capable of efficiently teaching me or directing those who can. I’ve no time. It’s run out fast.”<br/><br/>Teaching?  Directing?  Time has run out?<br/><br/>Chloe accepts an iced tea from her Aunt, I opt for some water instead.  Chloe says to everyone.<br/><br/>“Kimmie and I are going to use the roof, Aunt Becky. She’s been clobbered today and needs some time to gather herself. Daddy, would you please put my car in the garage? I expect we’ll be here until we go to supper. We don’t plan on staying the night.”<br/><br/>Chloe takes my hand and we take our drinks up to the roof.<br/><br/>The view from there is spectacular....but other things are taking my breath away right now.<br/><br/><br/>“Something else, eh? I don’t know how they afford this. They bought it for $10M. Becky had to be talked into it, she thought it was excessive and it is.”<br/><br/>We sit down, and I let Chloe speak first:<br/><br/>“I don’t know where to start Kimmie. Other than to say I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into something you didn’t see coming. I didn’t either, but that can’t be helped now. I hope Mother doesn’t go overboard, last thing we need is a coven and a half descending on us demanding gossip. There’s times when I hate my sisters.”<br/><br/>I hold my drink....unable to really swallow right now.<br/><br/>“So where would you like me to start? At the beginning? Somewhere in the middle? Burning questions? I’m guessing we have two or three hours before we have too much company.”<br/><br/>So many things to ask....all important....some not as important as others.....I just let my thoughts go out in as sort of unedited free fall:<br/><br/><em>"First....are we ok?  I mean you and I....I dont want to lose you, and I made my decision to be with you and whatever else happens, I will take it on with you at my side.....What are you Chloe?  You just mentioned a coven...you have always alluded to 'sisters' and 'sisterhood'.  Are you really what we'd term a witch?  Do you know magic and stuff?  Are you the newly anointed leader of this group?......and....can you really see the future now?  Do you and I have a future?.....Im confused of course....and a little scared"</em><br/><br/><br/>Now I can swallow and take a drink of my water.  A light breeze floats by us as we sit.