<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’re snuggling and talking …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I keep it clinical because otherwise we blind ourselves to what we can’t see. that’s a lot of what Huguette is teaching you, think before you act and then choose the tool for …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… an agonizing scream wrenches my heart and soul … <strong>‘Chloe! Help! Your Father …’</strong> … my mind leaps to hers and I feel Isis join as we circle her with our shield …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, call Huguette. We need help here!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mother is kneeling next to Daddy … he is on the floor, writhing and  clutching his chest … Mother’s hands are making ritual movements over him … a general warding for an unknown attack … feel Huguette and the others at my back … buoyed by their presence, Isis follows as we energize Mother’s wardings … and a part of us searches the source … we find it … tag it … trace it … and before I can do anything lightning flares and takes hold of the center of a pentagonal table … corruscating flame bores deep into the wood … burns the malevolence embodied there … the malevolence dives into the floor … devoid of the malevolence, the table is blasted to splinters … the rug beneath it smoking … we get a glimpse of the place and those who were around the table … and retreat to help Circe … she is on her phone calling 911 … I go to Daddy … reach where only a few of us know and apply the soothing water from the spring from which all flows … touch his mind … find the places in his brain where his vessels have been damaged and wash that away … a psychic healing of a physical person … something I knew and had never done … the paramedics arrive and we step back with Circe … hold her long enough … and then come back to Kimmie … Isis snuggles inside me, alive and very angry …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Be calm, little one. Your time is not yet and you have done them great ill. Thank you, our Love!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Kimmie shares as we rock Isis back to calm and restful … she expends so much and will sacrifice her life unless we buffer her and give her ours to use instead … he Love is beyond understanding … return to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Sooner rather than later Kimmie. Your first surgery I mean. Others are trying to force our hand and we must do what we can to be ready the next time and the next. I’ll make arrangements tomorrow. And thank you for quickly calling Huguette. Her and Ulla and Tangie’s help along with yours was essential.”</span></span><br/>