<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>We drive as quickly as traffic will allow to escape the airport.  Chloe, sitting in the front seat catches up on people and places she and Huguette have in common.  The banter is that of two close friends, one of which has a delightful French accent!<br/><br/>I find that Huguette's great grandmother was a spy for the French Resistance in World War II.   A true heroine for freedom.  I must admit I sat a bit mesmerized when she told the tale.  Im also trying to figure out how old Huguette is?  She has the face and features of a woman not much older than myself.  Yet she speaks of experiences that only come with the passage of time.<br/><br/>We decide to get something to eat and swing by Rachel's bar for a quick little supper.  Instead of sitting at the bar per usual, the three of us get a booth in the back where we can chat a bit.   It's a light conversation.  Circe, Mr. Dawson, and even Joel Crabtree's situation punctuate the meal.   We dont linger long at the restaurant.  Instead we get Huguette back to the condo where she can relax.  Or, so I thought.   Huguette instead says that she'd like to interview Chloe tonight.  I make note of that:  Huguette has reserves of energy and probably the gift of staying focused on her task at hand.<br/><br/>“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.”<br/><br/>Chloe and I got to our room to change.   I slip into a pair of yoga pants and a loose tank top, Chloe dons a white hooded woolen robe!   And that is all she wears.   Back in the living room a single candle is lit on the coffee table.  Chloe also puts down pens, paper and a container of salt as well.<br/><br/>She grabs three yoga mats and puts them around the table.<br/><br/>“You may sit on a mat if you wish but I think you may find the couch more comfortable.”<br/><br/>Huguette enters the living room a couple of minutes later dressed identically as Chloe.  I can see that this is going to be a personal moment, but I remain on my yoga mat.  Not so much to try to see or observe but to share in the experience of 'this is what we do when we gather'.  Chloe explains my presence:<br/><br/>“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.”<br/><br/>This is agreeable to Huguette as she settles onto her mat as well.<br/><br/>“Kimmie, the candle just makes this easier. Nothing special otherwise.”<br/><br/>Chloe moves her mat so that she is knee to knee with Huguette.  They pull the cowls over their faces, their hands touch.<br/><br/>I close my eyes and attempt to clear my thoughts.  I focus on the image of the flickering candle in my mind.   I dont chant, I think of nothing else, I practice some breathing techniques for relaxation.<br/><br/>I hear nothing.   In fact, nothing at all.   No noise from the streets, no jets passing overhead, not a single noise at all.<br/><br/>I know where I am and what Im doing.  But, at the same time, I am not quite here.  This has never happened before.  But I am calm.  If I open my eyes, I know all of those distractions will flood back in.   I wonder if this peace is because of Huguette's presence?<br/><br/>I hear Chloe speak, and I open my eyes.<br/><br/>“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.”<br/><br/>I take my water from Chloe.  I have no idea what time it is or how long this took.  All I do know is that I took one baby step into a different place.  I was not afraid.  But I dont know if I reached a self-induced space of peace.  Or, was I allowed to stand outside 'the door' and try to listen in?<br/><br/>Chloe and Huguette touch hands and cover up their faces once more.  I try to go back to that place I was, but I am either too tired or not strong enough to make that little journey.  This time I remain in the presence with all the cacophony of Boston just outside the condo.  A distant church bell begins tolling the hour.  Chloe looks at Huguette and says softly:<br/><br/>“Thank you for coming here, Huguette. If you choose to leave, I’ll understand.”<br/><br/>Huguette smiles.  A warm declination to leave.   The candle goes out, lights come on.   Chloe reaches out her hand and I take it in mine<br/><br/>“You two have fun tomorrow! Now I’m going to bed!”<br/><br/><em>"Good night, Huguette,"</em>I say with a smile....<em>"It was nice to meet you and I look forward to the start of my education from you tomorrow.   Sweet dreams"</em><br/><br/>When we close the door, Chloe removes her woolen robe.   I scoot beneath the sheets.   When she slides in next to me, I wrap her in a wondrously peaceful embrace.  I feel no tension right now......just a need to hold her and be held by her.<br/><br/>I love Chloe....