<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>… we lay next to each other on the couch … I realize how tight I was wound … let Kimmie’s embrace calm me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you Kimmie! We’ll make it, I know we will. Gonna be hard but we’ll make it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… only because of Kimmie do I manage sleep … my foresight intrudes uselessly … amy I ridden? … no, all the signs say not … so this is something new … the lessons from long ago finally allow sleep to overtake … I know that soon enough, I won’t need to or even be able to sleep … but now it’s still necessary …</em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Sunday morning, Kimmie fills out the papers for working for me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Read that non-disclosure carefully, Kimmie. It’s written to prevent you from disclosing any science. Nothing more. You’re free to write the Unauthorized Biography of Chloe Dawson if you want and you can except you can’t publish any biochemistry.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… while she writes and signs, I putter around to see if all is ready for Huguette to stay … we visit Aunt Becky for a catered brunch with a student chef from Cambridge School of Culinary Arts in her kitchen … the young lady does very well … after we eat, I take Kimmie and mother to the roof … we discuss the plans for Salem … beginning Friday with a traditional bonfire … Saturday morning I will be interviewed by the elders … the outcome though not the interview is clear in my foresight … Mother advises total honesty and I remind her that perhaps the elders need to practice the same course … Mother demures … she knows the issue … Saturday afternoon the Sisters will gather for the pronouncement by the elders … then I will have the floor, though not to protest their decision but to tell the gathering of the path … Mother cautions again …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, my words are as good as in stone. Oh, I’ll anguish over them all week too, but I see the effect they have so know that I speak rightly.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I know Mother wants to ask the obvious … what have I forseen … proud of her when she doesn’t … Sunday I will spend time with the elders and perhaps select other Sisters …</em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Monday is normal … if by normal one means the usual total chaos of taking care of my menagerie and taking their vitals … a few calls come in too from Sisters I know … I tell them nothing … the cell and wire phone lines are no longer safe … I remind Kimmie of that point  …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, our enemies are listening in on our conversations. I’ve seen that. Phones now, soon the lab. The condo won’t be for a while but expect that so let’s be very discreet. We’ll warn Huguette. You’ll need to learn touch talking sooner than usual and we’ll need to practice because everyone is a bit unique.”</span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Tuesday evening, we make the lat afternoon drive to Logan … park in the cell phone lot for Huguette to call where she’ll be waiting at the arrivals curb … take Kimmie’s hand …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “How are you doing? I’m sorry this whole thing is falling on us when we ought to be getting to know each other and doing simple things like learning to cook together. I hope you understand that fate is what it is and this is not what I would prefer, but we live in terrible times and it’s falling on me to lead. I never wanted to lead, never. I’m scared to the bone when I lead but somehow I’ve always muddled through. Having Huguette here will help. I hope she’ll be able to make time to train me in certain things, but yours is more important right now.”</span></span><br/>