<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>Sitting alone in a hospital cafeteria without a book, or a friend or even a decent view is boring....so very boring.  Even re-playing my conversation with Circe is frustrating because I keep thinking of things I might have said.  Perhaps, even SHOULD have said.  But the moment is past.  Our future together has begun.....what a start....Smelly, unkempt Kimmie meets the most important person in Chloe's life.....after a suicide attempt of a relative.....oh boy....I take a sip of my now, gross and cold, coffee.  That sort of smacks me 'upside the head'.   I think: 'Time to move on Kimmie girl.  The past is over.  Today is not about you.  Today is the day you sit your ass down and take a back seat to some serious life and death issues.  Grow the fuck up!!<br/><br/>As if on some sort of spiritual cue, I see Circe making her way across the cafeteria.  It strikes me that she and Chloe look beautiful all the time....Circe is a very striking woman....and her eyes....my gawd, they are so piercing and at the same time so soft and receptive.....<br/><br/>“Anything from Chloe? I will need to speak to her alone sometime before I leave. I hope that doesn’t bother you but there are things she must know that I cannot share with you.”<br/><br/><em>"It ok.  I understand that there is much I dont understand. And there are things that will happen where my presence is not allowed.  Im fine with that, Circe.  Please, do what you must in this situation and do not worry about me.  Chloe sent me a text a while ago.  She should be finishing up on her way here now"</em><br/><br/>Circe sits down.  I dont ask about the meeting nor does she offer and insights. She sips her tea while I freshen up my coffee.  As soon as I sit back down, I hear a familiar and welcome voice:<br/><br/>“Hey you two!”<br/><br/>I get a nice welcoming kiss from Chloe....Circe gets a warm caress on her shoulder.  Then sits down and rests her hand on mine.<br/><br/>“So what’s the plan? Any more on Uncle Joel?”<br/><br/>I look at Circe and smile a little as I get up.....This may be the only time they'll be alone for the rest of the day.<br/><br/><em>"Im going to stretch my legs a bit.....be right back"</em><br/><br/>Chloe looks stunned for a moment, I give her hand an affectionate pat.....When Chloe looks at Circe, it all becomes clear to her about why Im getting up.<br/>