<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/><br/>“Thank you Kimmie. Kimmie, I’m sorry I distrusted you but please forgive an old lady who cares overly much for her headstrong daughter and only heir.”<br/><br/><em>"Its all right Mrs. Dawson.  I earned every bit of that distrust.  And, like you, we share one great thing in common: we both care overly much for Chloe"</em><br/><br/>Mrs. Dawson sips her tea and looks as though she's forming some thoughts.....She cradles her tea and begins:<br/><br/>“I’m assuming Chloe has told you that she through me is a practitioner of a certain art. You saw her at her best back in the ER waiting room. She is an excellent learner and worthy heir to her ancestress. She knows and you need to know that she needs to bear a daughter to pass the art to. This age has been devastating to us with the greed for self that leads some women to choose to not bear children. The bloodlines are very important and some of the great lines are in danger of ending. I hope you will be supportive of her having a daughter. Or daughters. And please too do not be hurt when she teaches them of things she doesn’t tell you about though I wouldn’t put it past her to try to explain. That would break her promises but she was never big on promises when her deepest feelings were involved. So …”<br/><br/><em>"She has actually told me very little, Mrs. Dawson.  All Ive gathered is little snippets.....a comment here or there....just as you now mentioned 'ancestress'.....She has alluded to, but never said the word, witches.  She has mentioned a sisterhood.  Again, all these were just words in passing with no explanation behind them.   I saw her tracing lines on your hand....I think I saw a result?  Your relief perhaps?  The lifting of a weight so to speak?"</em><br/><br/>I take a sip of my coffee, then continue.<br/><br/><em>"I would not and will not stand in her way if she needs to bear children.  Its not something we've discussed.  As you can gather by looking at me, my ability to assist is limited.  I dont know what I can or cannot do in those regards.  But, I will not stand in her way.  It will be her decision though, I think we both know that already.   As for her trying to explain, I wont push her for anything.  I do not want her violating sacred trusts just to keep a silly girlfriend's curiosity in check.  You know your daughter better than I, so your concerns are more valid."</em><br/><br/>At that moment, Mrs. Dawson's phone rings.<br/><br/>“Circe Dawson. … Yes doctor. … I can do that. … 10 minutes at the most, room B203. … I’ll find it.”<br/><br/><br/>She turns to me as she puts her phone back in her purse.<br/><br/>“Yes, the psychiatrist. I have much more to share with you but the interrogation is over. You may if you choose call me Circe or if you choose Mother as Chloe does. I’d like to learn of your family, perhaps over a meal before I return to the City.”<br/><br/><em>"Thank you.....Circe.....I'll leave some room for us to get closer before I call you 'Mother'...."</em>I smile....<em>"I'll be looking forward to talking with you more!"<br/></em><br/>She gets up, gathers her tray and adds:<br/><br/>“I’ll come here looking for you when I finish with the psychiatrist. If you’re not here, I’ll come to the ER waiting room. Have Chloe inform me if something else happens. Blessed be!”<br/><br/>I sit alone at the table and nurse my coffee.   Reflect upon my meeting with Mrs.   um    Circe.....I could not have chosen a worse scenario for this.  Joel, of course the overriding issue.  But on a personal and selfish note.  I wanted to look so nice for her, look my best....instead Im bedraggled, sweaty, and need a shower.   Still.....there was a baring of my soul that Im glad took place for us.  I needed to say those things to her.  I needed her to know.  And it hurt to say them.  Kevin never would have said them.  He just would have avoided anything "Dawson" for the rest of his life.  But, Im not Kevin anymore.  I have to admit I feel a little drained right now.....and all this mysterious stuff.....what is that all about?  Are witches, ancestresses, secret sororities something I'll deal with.  Or will I someday be included?  And children?? Circe spoke of having daughters to continue the blood lines of the old families.....What old families?  I sigh....All in good time and only what Chloe can say.....<br/><br/>I jump as my phone goes off!<br/><br/><strong>### all normal<br/>  ### back in 45 minutes<br/>  ### xoxo</strong><br/><br/>That brings a smile to my face....<br/><br/>### C with Dr.<br/>### waiting for you with all my heart<br/>