<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Things begin to pick up a certain pace.  Its as if Chloe's clock is running faster that everyone else.  She implores Circe to "move forward" and assures her that she is needed.<br/><br/>We go back into the house to find Aunt Becky and Mr. Dawson.  Dinner is decided up at a restaurant Ive never heard of before, nestled somewhere in the North End.  I pray there is no dress code.  Chloe and I are 'casual' in every sense of the word.  I cringe a bit....this is not how I wanted to meet her family.  I look more like her gym partner than her girlfriend.  But, as the expression goes: it is what it is.<br/><br/>As we move towards the front door, Chloe has a moment with me.  She is still in an intense mood:<br/><br/>“Kimmie! Caoimhe! Gather all you can from Huguette. I’ll buy you all the time I can, but we have very little left. Months, probably less. The enemy is very powerful!”<br/><br/>We all get into the car and the mood is thick and quiet.  Circe is stressed, Mr. Dawson appears to be deep in his own thoughts, Aunt Becky is dealing with her husbands attempted suicide as well as her pending divorce.  And me?  Im confused about my role, my future, the 'enemy', and what Chloe will do next.  All I know is that I trust her and Ive locked my fate around hers.<br/><br/>Chloe breaks the silence, speaking to her Aunt:<br/><br/>“Aunty, Joel will be okay but  he’s gone, okay? I know that sounds harsh but that’s how we all know it is. His mind is like mush to him and he has to learn all over again how to swim in that. We all hope he’ll make it but it’s up to him now. We can’t help. Maybe his shrink will suggest how we or you can help but I don’t think that’s likely.”<br/><br/>I marvel at the bluntness of Chloe.  I surmise that Aunt Becky is part of this Sisterhood as well?  That would explain the unemotional statement and Becky's stoic demeanor.<br/><br/>Chloe leans over and says to me:<br/><br/>“You’ll like Huguette. Be totally honest with her. Everything! She’s the best! From an ancient family in Normandy and before that the Languedoc where his mother fled after they hung him on the cross. She’s a descendant of the most ancient ones and she’s clear and clean and honest. You’ll only have a few weeks to learn what I learned from when I could sit on Mother’s knee and tried to understand. Nothing you don’t already know but in a light that you haven’t ever considered before. She’ll be here Tuesday, think I just heard. Our guest bedroom will have to do. I’ll try to stay out of your way. You need all the space you can get.”<br/><br/>I nod....what can I say?  Thing are happening about which I know nothing.  But, I trust Chloe.  If this woman Huguette is the right person for me, then I accept that and open my heart and mind to the things she will teach me. I just hope Im as worthy a student as she is a dedicated teacher.<br/><br/>We arrive at the restaurant.  Completely "hidden" in plain view.  It looks quaint, rustic and the aroma of food fills the narrow street.  We all make our way in and are taken to a semi-private booth.   Chloe selects the wine and Mr. Dawson orders a bottle<br/><br/>Chloe whispers in my ear, her head on my shoulder:<br/><br/>“Relax baby. We’re safe for tonight.”<br/><br/>We squeeze our hands, a mutual signal that we are close.  I feel much better.  But Im a bit anxious.  I know I'll need to control this lest I feed into Circe's, Becky's and Mr. Dawson's anxieties.   I suppose this is wonderful practice for being someone Chloe and rely upon instead of needing her to take care of me.  I need to work towards being a good member of the Sisterhood, even if I dont know what that entails.<br/><br/>