<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… at 2:50 pm, I proceed to the department offices … dressed for the lab … the administrator opens the door for me … inside are the department chair and three strangers in dark suits with whit shirts and dark ties … and a woman in a dark skirt suit with a cream blouse and conservative hair … the remaining chair is in the space between the chair and the others … the chair introduces me but not them …<br/><br/>… the woman begins with asking for my identification … I look at the chair …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You know me Sir and have taught me in class and sit on my committee. Who are these people?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he shrugs and says nothing … the woman repeats her question …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “My name is Ms. Chloe Dawson. Who are you?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she ignores my remark … asks me to explain my research … I stand and head for the door … one of the men is blocking the door … remove my phone and press dial …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Daddy please record. I’m being held against my will in my department chair’s office by two unidentified men and one woman who are asking about …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the phone is grabbed from my hand and turned off …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “My name is Chloe Dawson. Am I under arrest? If so, what are the charges?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they ask me about my research …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “My name is Chloe Dawson. Am I under arrest? If so, what are the charges?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… build a connection via Insight to mother and Huguette … let them see through my eyes … I let them record mental images of the three and of the department chair …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “My name is Chloe Dawson. Am I under arrest? If so, what are the charges?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her questions change … leading questions … same answer … eventually they tell me to leave … hold out my hand for my phone … the suit opens the door and slides it across the hall … the woman asks if I’m sure I don’t want to cooperate …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “If I knew who I was being asked to cooperate with, I’d consider it. But as it is, I do not cooperate with enemy agents.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  she protests that they’re not enemy agents … I shrug …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Refusing to identify yourselves makes you my enemy. Good day, Mr. Chairman. I will protest your continued involvement in my committee unless you remove yourself voluntarily. I have eidetic memory. You are hereby formally warned.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… manage to retrieve my phone and walk apparently calmy back to my lab … lock the door and sit at my desk where I allow Mother and Huguette to communicate … they hold me close and I feel momentarily safe … Mother calls Daddy and explains the phone call … I take out paper and a pencil and sketch the three from memory … fax those to Daddy … we may know who they were yet today … my department chair’s career may be in jeopardy as well … around 5:30, I shut down the lab and set extra detectors and traps for tamperers … collect some innocuous papers in a briefcase … and head for my car … wary of attackers … instead of heading home, I head for the Mansion in Salem … dictate a text to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>  ### headed for Salem<br/>  ### unsafe for you if I come home<br/>  ### suggest you come to Salem too<br/>  ### bring all papers</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I hope Kimmie understands ‘all papers’ to include my private papers and passport … top drawer of my dresser but she doesn’t know that though will if she looks … drive in the late afternoon sun and watch for cars following though in this traffic that’s hard … cloverleaf to US-1 … over the Tobin bridge … exit to the 16 toward Revere Beach and the 1A … just past the Mary Baker Eddy House, make the turns to indicate to my Sisters that I am seeking refuge … several cars apparently following … subtle signs tell me how to proceed … speed up quickly around a turn and a very sharp turn into a tall hedge that parts at the last moment … and closes behind me … turn off the car and coast down the narrow, paved path … eventually a flash tells e I can start the motor again … drive a bit farther and a garage door opens … park inside … take the briefcase and get out …<br/><br/>… Marjorie greets me and takes me inside … several elders are already present … I recite the details and show the drawings … the woman is recognized …  one hisses ‘The Family (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Family:_The_Secret_Fundamentalism_at_the_Heart_of_American_Power)’ … they commend my reaction … Marjorie brings me herbal tea … one of the elders requests Insight … I decline, perhaps a bit too abruptly … then relax and allow a very slight contact … <br/><br/>… reveal my relationship to Huguette … that gives me privacy … I had no idea she was so high among the elders … apparently in her 30s and these ancients cede to her by acknowledging her protection over me … I’m glad I was honest with her … and that apparently I chose wisely to put my dear Kimmie into her care … open a Insight channel to Huguette … let her know I’m safe … do not try to share Insight with Kimmie … we are lovers and such has its own very special risks and rewards and is guided by the priestess who performs the ever so rare nuptials …</em></span></span><br/>