<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>… I focus on driving through the nasty traffic that is the Logan experience … once we clear the tunnel, I ask Huguette after her great-grandmother … we learn that she still has her wits about her and regales everyone with tales of la résistance … and tells Kimmie that yes, her great grandmother was a spy for la résistance and passed messages to the allies and was never caught … I ask if she needs dinner and she says she could use a little bit but only if we haven’t had dinner … so I turn for Rachel’s place …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  we manage a booth toward the back and we keep the conversation light … family and all … touch briefly on Uncle Joel … tell her of Mother … speak vaguely about the plan for Salem … she must be careful because she will sit among those who decide … … we each drink a glass of wine … what is fast approaching requires all our wits … at the Condo, we show Huguette the guest room … she says she’ll be about 15 minutes and then she would like to interview me … she closes the door …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You may observe this interview, Kimmie. You won’t hear much because we’ll be speaking mind to mind. I suggest you sit as quietly as you can and think of as little as you can and perhaps the conversation will enter your awareness. I suggest you change into more comfortable clothes.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… in our room, I take out my white hooded woolen robe … I don’t hide from Kimmie as I strip and drop the robe over my head … out in the living room, I put a single candle on the coffee table … paper and a marking pen … a container of salt … bring yoga mats out of the closet and distribute those around the table … then I sit on one of the mats …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You may sit on a mat if you wish but I think you may find the couch more comfortable.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… when Huguette enters, she is dressed as I am … she is surprised to see Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I have no secrets from Kimmie, Huguette. She may stay unless it will be dangerous but then we should take other precautions too and this place is not prepared for those.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she agrees that this is not dangerous … the risk she and I know is that she or will forcefully engage and we both agreed to not do so and to be totally honest so force is not needed … she sits and I stand to light the candle and then turn off the lights …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, the candle just makes this easier. Nothing special otherwise.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I move my mat to right across from Huguette where she left space … our knees almost touch … raise my head and our eyes meet … simultaneously, we both raise the cowls on our robes and cover our faces … I extend my hands and she hers and we touch … she is my superior so she may control the conversation … she begins with a touch invitation … I lower my barrier and show her my mind … she asks what happened to me … I show her the rape drug and the part of my mind where it wrought it’s havoc … she shows me a place in her mind that is the same yet untouched by the drug … she asks me to show her the effect … carefully because she is the first and I don’t know if even she is ready, I open the door to the history …. show her back and back to where her and my lines diverged … and then show her back to where the oral history we’ve all learned begins to get fuzzy … and with a simple act of will, I strip away the curtain from our past and feel her gasp … she speaks in my mind …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  ‘Chloe! Thank you! Oh thank you! Blessed by the one who gathered and congealed and balances. Thank you!</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I turn us back from that … we do not have time to explore further … and now she knows part of what I’ve been given … back in the present, I very gently take her forward … show her where I will not look, where she and Kimmie do what they do …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  ‘Very wise, Chloe. Yes, I see the possibilities.’</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and then I take her to Salem … show her the obstacle … and then bring us back to the present … she releases my hands … I push back the cowl … she moments later … I rise and fetch three glasses of water from the kitchen … set one for her and one for Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Now you know, Huguette. Thank you for being here. I could not share with Mother other than to show her a tiny hint of the raw power I now can summon.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we sip our water and when she sets hers down, I do so too … we have another thing to do … again the cowl and the touch … this time I show her a model of Kimmie’s metabolism before the change … Huguette doesn’t have my background in biochemistry yet I don’t have her depth in psychology … we work through that together … I show her genes and proteins … shwe shows emotions and thoughts and patterns and behaviors… and we soon have for her consideration a model of what the product of my hands did to Kevin to make Kimmie … she knows why I won’t go further … she can see my love for Kimmie the wards I hold in place to keep per safe from me … we end this too … push back our cowls … the bell in a nearby church rings 12 times …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you for coming here, Huguette. If you choose to leave, I’ll understand.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  her smile tells me she’s in this with us for the long run … the risks for her a only slightly less than for me and Kimmie … but the benefits are vast too … I stand and turn on lights in both bedrooms … plow out the candle …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You two have fun tomorrow! Now I’m going to bed!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  hold my hand out to Kimmie and we go hand in hand into our bedroom and close the door behind us …</em></span></span><br/>