<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 follow the lead and pick a down long coat and insulated boots … living in New England, I had those in my closet so having those and a pea coat and mittens and a hat to cover my ears makes sense … I like Swedish clothing, I decide as I browse and pick out slacks and skirts and tights and sweaters … huge pile … turn and encourage Tangie and Kimmie… </em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You need stuff, ladies! Don’t be shy!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  we end up with huge piles at the checkout … my card takes the hit … if the Shadow didn’t know where I was before this, the international transfer will soon tell them precisely … and Foresight tells me I don’t have to a cusp with them for several years yet … feel little Isis within tell me that even then we shall prevail … my mystery chile … once and future Goddess … int he distant future I see a cult worshiping me ‘oh mother of our Goddess, oh Chloe, preserve us from these times’ … deep inside my daughter and I laugh with cosmic amusement … while the clerk tolls the damages, I take Kimmie’s hand and wander over to the infant department …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Guess we’ll need to shop here to setup for Isis and for your daughter too. I’m thinking a crib in our room for the first few weeks and then the middle bedroom for a nursery with the far bedroom when we need the nursery for your baby. A few years apart, not too many but not a lot.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I’m thinking forrest greens … realize we need to give the babies the four worlds and seasons …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We’ll need to ask Huguette for a sister who decorates. Feng Shui isn’t our heritage, nor is it Isis’. This will be fun!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… begin to envision the nursery and Isis’ next bedroom as a mystical pattern to help us all grow into the mysteries … squeeze Kimmie’s hand …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Has Huguette started you on patterns yet? Labyrinths and mazes and celtic knots? Lovely ways to loosen and manage one’s brain and to guide children. I never did like Alexander’s answer to the Gordion Knot (http://=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordian_Knot). Amateur solution to a very human problem and it ended up killing him though history doesn’t recognize that.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn back to the others as I notice all the packages are coming together …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Gotta leave room for the baby shower I’m sure someone will throw. So a wish list too. And I’m sure Mother will come to visit right after Isis is born to help. Or supervise or whatever doting grandmothers do.” <em>#Giggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… approach the pile of stuff and sign the very long credit card receipt …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Sure we don’t need to rent a truck or have it delivered, Ulla?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she remarks that security suggests we try to carry everything with is and not involve others any more than necessary … so we make like pack mules and trudge toward the escalator and down and down and down …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ll be ready for some lunch after this. Can we eat around here or are they expecting us back home?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Ulla remarks that we should visit a Cafe a block over once the car is loaded … sounds like a good plan …</em></span></span><br/>