<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Circe kisses my forehead, then Chloe's.   She is wracked with emotion:<br/><br/>“Chloe. Baby. My daughter. I’m so very sorry! So very very sorry!”<br/><br/>Whatever is happening, is way beyond my comprehension.  All I know is that I just bound myself to Chloe and I feel as though my words have triggered actions that have set me on one of the paths that only Chloe can see?<br/><br/>Chloe trembles ever so slightly at her mother's wail of pain and frustration.<br/><br/>“Mother, the hand of she who rides the turtle is on this. I can feel her in my core. But enough. the struggle is not yet upon us. Let’s go to Aunt Becky’s. Uncle Joel is being taken care of and we have nothing more to do here.”<br/><br/>We stay in our hug, Circe asks about Joel.  Chloe now seems to know something from beyond this reality.  Somehow her eyes are seeing things I cannot.  And 'rides the turtle'....who is that?  Who is this spiritual guide she speaks of?<br/><br/>“He played his part Mother. He is part of the force that brought Kimmie into my life and the opening of my eyes. Amor fati, if we do not love our fate, it will ride us to our death. Joel rejected his fate. Perhaps our sister can save him. We cannot. We will mourn him in time but that is not now.”<br/><br/>That is just so creepy.....weird....prophetic maybe??   He brought me, to Chloe?  A part of this weaving of fates it would seem??<br/><br/>We head down to the garage to get Chloe's car.  Circe gets in, ready to drive when Chloe interrupts:<br/><br/>“Mother, please take the back seat please. Kimmie needs to learn how to get to Aunt Becky’s.”<br/><br/>I take the keys, start up the car, and back out of the parking space.  I nose the car into traffic and turn towards Beacon Street and Beacon Hill.