<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 have to work a little to stay focused in the present … riding instead of driving because this new seeing is an intoxicant … direct Kimmie to Beacon Hill and to 89 Beacon St. (https://www.zillow.com/homes/for_sale/Beacon-Hill-Boston-MA/pmf,pf_pt/59126902_zpid/153989_rid/globalrelevanceex_sort/42.358062,-71.068505,42.353218,-71.074352_rect/17_zm/) to the house that is now Aunt Becky’s … we park on the street … will put the car in the garage if needed …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thanks for driving Kimmie.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mother seems still in a daze … take her arm and lead them up the steps to the front door … the doorbell brings the maid who invites us in and directs us to where Daddy and Aunt Becky are sitting …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hello Daddy, Aunt Becky, this is Caoimhe Clarkson, Kimmie. Kimmie, my Daddy Joseph Dawson and my Aunt Elizabeth Crabtree. Kimmie worked for Crabtree and Welsh until a week ago when she resigned and came to work for me.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  ever the gracious hostess, Becky welcomes us while Daddy talks to Mother … I hear Mother excusing herself, something about some phone calls to make …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother if you please, a very small circle. And then only those capable of efficiently teaching me or directing those who can. I’ve no time. It’s run out fast.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Becky offers us drinks … I sigh and settle for an iced tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie and I are going to use the roof, Aunt Becky. She’s been clobbered today and needs some time to gather herself. Daddy, would you please put my car in the garage? I expect we’ll be here until we go to supper. We don’t plan on staying the night.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… take Kimmie’s hand … we carry our tea to the roof …</em></span></span><div align="center">(https://photos.zillowstatic.com/p_f/IS6qb4pgvkqomh0000000000.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hiold the door and the roof garden opens in front of us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Something else, eh? I don’t know how they afford this. They bought it for $10M. Becky had to be talked into it, she thought it was excessive and it is.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… take seats on the couch … a sip of tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I don’t know where to start Kimmie. Other than to say I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into something you didn’t see coming. I didn’t either, but that can’t be helped now. I hope Mother doesn’t go overboard, last thing we need is a coven and a half descending on us demanding gossip. There’s times when I hate my sisters.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another sip of tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So where would you like me to start? At the beginning? Somewhere in the middle? Burning questions? I’m guessing we have two or three hours before we have too much company.”</span></span><br/>