<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><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  we take a table at the end of the deck with water just over the railing ... the gentle lap lap reminds me of how I would live if I wasn't fixing gender for the world ... a witches work is never done ... not in 10 thousand years since we learned and I'm not allowed to deviate …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Sammie brings our drinks …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you Sammie. If you can keep this area just for us, please do!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  oh he gets my command ... and I didn't even need to bend him ... the several witches with whom he associates have him well trained ... not in all ways, we aren't cruel ... look at Kimmie ... lean across the table ... my drink as yet untouched …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Kimmie? Will you come live with me? Work for me too? But live with me? I'd really like that. I, um, I need to be close to you and that's the best I can figure out. I'm selfish. I'm sorry, Caoimhe.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… do all I can to remove every bit of compulsion from my voice ... it's become a habit and it can't be one I use of Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/>