<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 sense when Kimmie and Huguette arrive and head for the door … open it just as they walk up and give Kimmie a hug and bring them inside …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Huguette, you’re in the room next to ours upstairs. Several elders are already here and I’ve not shared anything with them other than images of my three interrogators. One of them remarked that she is part of a group called The Family. I’ve been researching that. It’s a group of evangelicals within the federal Government. There’s the real shadow government!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… lead them both upstairs and point our Huguette’s room … we all go into mine … the sitting area I have will be better for our conversation … my laptop is on the table …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So I’ve been busy putting my lab notes into secure storage outside the country. I shredded my paper notes in my lab so they can’t recreate those. And besides, I have it all memorized. I’ll show both of you where and how the notes are saved so you can get to them if I’m incapacitated or unavailable. Huguette, please share with Kimmie via Insight, so she can learn the little trick to keep such things hidden no matter how persuasive the questioner gets.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I give them a few moments to do that and then proceed to show them both how to access the secure storage … and the passphrase …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good, that’s that. Oh, Mother is arriving later tonight, she move up a day when Daddy passed on the emergency and I brought her in via Insight the same as Huguette. Dinner will be at 6, in the small dining room. Now I need to rest. This has been an exhausting day and I think Mother will want to talk when she arrives.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Huguette goes to her room … Kimmie lays down next to me and we snuggle until I fall asleep … my internal alarm wakes me at quarter til 6 … we go downstairs where I introduce Kimmie to the several elders … one of them alerts on Kimmie’s Y Chromosome … Huguette enters as she starts to say something …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yes you are correct, Tabitha. Caoimhe is in my care. All will be made clear Saturday morning. I suggest you spend time opening your mind to new and wonderful things that will be disclosed at that time. The terrible times are imminent and we have new ways to deliberate.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Tabitha yields … Huguette is among the core elders and Tabitha has little choice but to follow the instructions … dinner is served … I avoid the wine … eat sparsely … after dinner, we retire to our room and I get a message that Mother is enroute from Logan … <br/><br/>… Kimmie and I greet her at the front door … we get her luggage to her room and sit in ours to talk … Daddy is identifying my interrogators and discussing with a vice president at MIT why my department chair would have participated in such a debacle … I tell Mother to please leave the man alone … he’s very competent at his job and now that I’ve asked that he remove himself from my committee, there’s no further reason for pursuing the matter … we also discuss the logistics of leaving the country and possible places we can go … I mention Stockholm … she agrees that is among the better alternatives … we discuss how to evade US security … travel by boat to Canada … private plane to Stockholm … request asylum … Daddy is preparing to quietly move my finances to The Caymans …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I guess this is really it, Mother. The terrible times are upon us and I guess we’re right in the middle of it too.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Mother agrees … departs for her room … turn to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Let’s hit the sack, girlfriend. Rest while we can because tomorrow evening we’re out of time.”</span></span><br/>