<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>… hold onto Kimmie’s hands and try to calm down … it’s going to take me a while to get used to this talent that has just blown up in my face … and I don’t have time … are we fine? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We’re fine, Kimmie, you and me. Us against the world. Going to be some rough going but not between us. We won’t get lost, not if I can help it and I trust you won’t let it happen either.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  see the future? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yes, I can see the future Kimmie. But that’s a hard thing to explain. It’s like I’m looking across a desert, over the tops of ever changing sand dunes. I can see the peaks and sometimes the valleys. Sometimes I can only see around me  because I’m in a valley and sometimes I’m at the very peak and can look down into nearby valleys. When a cusp arrives … no wait. When my path comes to a cusp, a place where choices are made, many paths are evident and each one I can only see the peaks and sometimes the valleys. It’s not 3 dimensional like driving a car though, but that’s the best way I can explain it right now”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… when a cusp arrives … because that’s partly how this feels … I am stationary in time and it comes to me from the future … all sides of the future … and yes, the sisterhood …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, something I’ve been taught and can now verify because I can also see into the past. I was taught about the mothers, that was the word Mother used and others as I attended classes with other women. The Mothers are an unbroken line into a past that fades into the beginnings of humans and of self consciousness. Women learned things and passed them on. Skills and knowledge. There are many names for this unbroken line and those of us who are in the line. None are especially meaningful, so sisterhood is what many of us in the English speaking world use. Oh, we have code words to make contact and learn how much the other person has learned, but that’s the only spooky thing about it. It’s like only people with a PhD in Celestial Mechanics have all the words and understanding to talk to each other and if you want to talk to one of those people, then go get your PhD in Celestial Mechanics or whatever. We have the same thing, but it’s not advertised.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… witches? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “The name witch has been used and abused by many people over the years. There were a few of us in Salem, bt none among those burned. More would have been burned were it not for things my sisters did back then, basically to talk their husbands back from foolishness. We discover sisters wherever we go. We’re still merging with sisters from Africa and the original Americans. Languages diverge and knowledge grows and is lost. Once recognition occurs, we calmly and politely share and build trust. It takes many generations. The underground railroad was ours. Prohibition was too, and that’s a different story for another time. Suffrage. Thoise are the big things. The Women’s March, March for Our Lives, we’re there leading and following because much of what we do is try to keep men from destroying this world. We’re in politics and academics and business, especially business. Men get greedy, women know we can’t be greedy and survive so keep each other balanced and then bring the men back from the brink.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… magic? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Have you ever seen a magician? Stage magician? It’s all about distraction and misdirection. One person’s magic is another person’s psychology and science and engineering. So yes we know magic, if that’s what you mean.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pause for a moment for 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;">  “Now to more immediate things. I need to learn all the sisterhood has to teach me in as little time as possible. I also need to finish my PhD and get my thesis written and defended and awarded. That’s a pretty straightforward path and things that can get in our way while we do that are quite obvious and can be avoided. Mother is arranging for the people to give me the cram course and to guard us. I’ll have a bunch of convincing to do as well, and they’ll be testing me as well they should.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… squeeze her hand and sip tea …</em></span></span><br/>