<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>… Mother takes Chloe’s hand … traces patterns on her palm … shudders …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I went to his hotel like we’d planned. Sent your Father on his way to take care of his Sister. I went to his room and knocked. The door was unlatched, he’d put his key card in the lock so it wouldn’t latch. I walked in and called his name and no answer. I found him in the bathtub with the water all red with blood and a blank look on his face. I grabbed both his wrists and held the cuts tight so he wouldn’t lose more blood. I screamed for help and hotel staff came and the EMTs saw what I was doing and got tourniquets on his arms before they told me to let go. All he said was he couldn’t face this fucking world any longer and couldn’t face me either. I cleaned up my hands as best I could and took a taxi here. I called you as soon as I got here. I was shaking too bad. Oh Chloe! What have we done to him!.”</span></span><br/><br/><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>… Chloe knows the shapes being traced on her hand … the power in blood … strong stuff … she shudders …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, please get us some water. Thank you dear.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Chloe silences her Mother’s movements with a touch … starts a trace of her own on her mother’s palm … repeats it … her mother relaxes … deep sigh … Kimmie returns with two water bottles …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Here Mother, drink. You need water!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Chloe lifts the bottle to her mother’s lips and tips it carefully … repeats until it’s mostly gone … then pours the last of it over her her own hand and her mother’s palm … the last drops flow to the linoleum floor …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You’re clean now Mother. Clean. Blessed be.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… her mother shudders again … tears flow down her face … she collapses into Chloe’s arms … Chloe holds her and sways gently back and forth …</em></span></span><br/>