<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 do my best to accept what she asked … 10 minutes to ourselves … I have learned enough from my Sisters to quiet my mind and simply exist in the moment but this new foresight is going to take some concerted practice … insistent thoughts … those who accept this … this curse will need to be prepared for the insistent thought … I manage to shunt it aside … because Kimmie is with me … her value to me is just beginning to show … and I must continue to remind myself that she and I are partners … willing partners both ways … focus on her hand and what I feel through the shared touch … her presence calms me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe? Kimmie? Are you up here?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Mother’s voice brings me out of my moment of peace … squeeze Kimmie’s hand … the cusp hurtles toward us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Here Mother. Come join us!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I slide to the center of the seats, so I’ll be between Mother and Kimmie … somehow, protecting Kimmie is fast becoming my reason for being … need to keep even that in perspective … Mother sits and composes herself …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So you know what I’ve been doing, I assume. We wish you to be present at a full gathering in Shannon this Friday to be judged. Now I know what you’re going to say, we’re not worthy to judge you. And you’re right. Goddess knows you’re right. But you know too how some of our Sisters are. I don’t need to explain that to you but for Kimmie I will.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her lines are as expected … the traditional versus the evolutionary discussion has been going on as long as I can see into the past in my cells … and I’m the breaker …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, our line goes back a long way. We have long worked on when the way we’ve always done things needs to change. Chloe has introduced something new. Not something unexpected, but certainly never expected during my lifetime.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mother’s wry smile I get … does Kimmie? … turn to her briefly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Just like I never expected to need to get back with you and perhaps you never imagined we’d ever be in contact again. Life’s full of surprises even when we ought to be expecting them.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I turn back to Mother …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We won’t be in Shannon because we will be here in Boston. Kimmie and I don’t trust others with our animals in our lab. Invite them here. Salem has always been kind to us and reminds us of our failures better than many other places. And second, we agree to be interviewed. They are unqualified to judge what they do not understand. No, please don’t say that to them. We, Kimmie and I, are the future. We are all better if the Sisters choose to accept us as their new reality. But they are not permitted to bring us harm. Meeting in Shannon would bring us harm. Sisters Callia and Shavsha are not allowed in our presence. If they are anywhere nearby, we do not participate. Is that clear Mother?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mother seems startled … her recovery evidences her trust …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe, I did not know of Shavsha yet her words in subtle support of Callia’s proposal for Shannon are now transparent. Thank you, dear daughter.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she pauses … the cusp has passed … Mother’s acceptance … the paths forward shine with better light …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, I trust you understand there will be a winnowing within the Sisterhood. Let it begin with those two. You know how to do this. None of us wish any others harm, but rest assured I will do what I must. My protections and wards will be challenged soon. We have no time to waste on the lost and I have no mercy for those two.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mother’s face shows alarm …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe! Must it …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hold up my hand …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yes Mother. What you don’t yet realize is that the typhoon struggle is being initiated as we speak in that five sided building. We know how and why that building was built. I will destroy it and its relatives in Moscow and Beijing and Berlin and Tehran and Riyadh and Tel Aviv and all the others. All the Sisters are crucial to this and we cannot be divided. This is not about victory, this is for the future of our race and our planet.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… ‘stop here, Chloe’ … ‘too much and you lose those who are essential’ … I look away, out over Boston … feel the goddess within … feel the rightness … yes, the next cusp will be in Salem … what I must do in the lab starting soon is obvious …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, how are Daddy and Aunt Becky? Let’s get with them and figure out dinner. Oh!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… clap my hand to my mouth .. then calm …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I almost forgot. We need to initiate Kimmie. As far as she can go and as fast as can be done. Please ask Huguette to come to Boston to teach Kimmie. Chloe Rulez can hire her if that’s needed. I can grab an empty condo in my building for her.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… yes, Huguette would be perfect … young and very experienced and non-judgemental in superficial things …<br/><br/>… I uncoil from sitting and stand … help Kimmie up … put an arm around her waist and kiss her lips quickly … whisper …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Love you Kimie! All is well!”</span></span><br/>