<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Chloe and I head for the condo, this time using a little different route than the path that brought us here.  Our conversation returns to pets, cats and dogs specifically.<br/><br/>“Not changing the subject, but circus dogs, the trained ones, are all rescues. They’re as intelligent if not more so than purebreds. So if I took to a Siamese or a Himalayan or whatever at the shelter, then sure. I choose for the eyes mostly, how does the cat look at me and what do I see in their eyes. Some cats know more than others, so I’ve been told.”<br/><br/><em>"I've not heard that....I mean looking into the cat's eyes and finding something there in terms of an intelligence or a knowledge.  Im to open-minded to merely dismiss something because I havent heard about it before.  But, please make sure any cat that draws you, also likes me too, ok?"</em><br/><br/>As we stroll along, Chloe's phone goes off....As I might have surmised, its her mother once again....But Chloe's "Oh no" tells me something 'ungood' has just happened!<br/><br/>“Hello Mother … Oh no! … Yes, on our way! … Mother! … Maybe 45 minutes.”<br/><br/>Chloe grabs my hand and we pick up a very, near running pace.....<br/><br/>"<em>What?....What's wrong Chloe"</em>I ask as I keep up with her.  I am floored by what she tells me:<br/><br/>“Uncle Joel tried to kill himself. They’re at the ER at Tufts. She told me not to bring you but you’re coming anyway. Daddy is keeping Aunt Becky company.”<br/><br/>We make it back to the condo and Chloe's car.  She declines my offer of me to drive....I know she's upset.  I could have insisted but why burden her with an argument now, of all times.<br/><br/>We weave our way through traffic.  Of course, every traffic light seems like 10 minutes.  I put my hand on Chloe's for some reassurance for her....She is focused right now and driving is the recipient of that focus.<br/><br/>We find a parking spot and exit the car.<br/><br/>“Okay, please come in with me. I’ll give you the keys if Mother goes all apeshit and you can come back out. But I need you like Mother needs me!”<br/><br/><em>"Of course, I wouldnt have it any other way.  Do what you have to do, I'll take care of myself if I need to."</em>and I take her hand as we begin a fast walk/jog toward the ER admitting door.<br/><br/>We take a turn once inside the door and come to a waiting room.  I see no one I know....but Chloe pulls me along across the room.  We head straight for a very pretty woman sitting alone, nestled in the farthest corner of the room.<br/><br/>The woman stands up and she and Chloe embrace.  I stand back and let the two women have a moment......When the hug is over, Chloe pulls me up next to her.<br/><br/>“Hello Mother. This is Kimmie. Kimmie, my mother Circe Dawson. Mother, how is he!”<br/><br/><em>"Hello Mrs. Dawson.....Im so sorry to hear this"</em>I say as an attempt to acknowledge her presence.<br/><br/>Not the ideal scenario for meeting Mrs. Dawson. She told Chloe not to bring me and here I am. And she probably hates Kevin, and in a way, here he is also.  I would have liked to have been a bit more dressed up for sure, and I would not have selected a crisis of this magnitude as a backdrop either.  I take a breath and remind myself, this is not about me.  Im hear for Chloe.<br/><br/>We all take seats....Chloe in between her mother and me......I await to hear news on Joel.  I never liked the man.  But I never would have wished to see him try to kill himself either.