<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>… drive over? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hmm? Oh, no. If you guys are done here before I get back, you can take a taxi over to Aunt Becky’s or Daddy can have the driver come pick you up.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… gather my purse and make sure I have my car keys … kiss Kimmie on the cheek …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ll be back as soon as I can. You might find the cafeteria, better place to sit than here. Let the shrink know if you do.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and with that, I’m off …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright"><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><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Circe turns to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You sure she didn’t plan this to force us together before either of us are ready? Let’s find that cafeteria. I’ll tell the desk where the psychiatrist can find us or they can call my cell.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… together they walk to the desk and Circe gives the particulars … asks directions to the cafeteria … together they set off and are soon at the line …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “What are you having Kimmie? I’m not really hungry but I should have something light. Maybe a yogurt and a cookie or a brownie and some iced tea.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they both gather their trays and Circe pays at the cashier by waving her phone at the machine … a table for 4 out of the main traffic area … Circe opens her peach yogurt and takes a spoonful … sip of her tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So, you may wonder why I’ve called this meeting …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  her smile is gentle …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “A few years ago, Chloe told me a story that chilled me to the bone. A two years later, she told me about something she was working on that did an unheard of thing. I told a few friends of mine about the discovery. We agreed it can’t be used on humans without all the usual testing and that it couldn’t fall into the hands of any Government. I told her what we thought ought to happen. She told me she’d used it already. Once. And on whom she’d used it. And I told her that she had made a terrible decision and that she needed to consider what she needed to do to clear her karma. She took the subject into her care and as best I could tell from what she told me, she helped the subject come to grips with what had been done and to ease the subject’s way ahead.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Circe takes a sip of her tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Have I gotten anything wrong? Do I understand this correctly? Is there anything more you believe I need to know up to that point where she release the subject back into society?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her eyes are piercing … demanding … yet open too …</em></span></span><br/>