<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>… and as the birth proceeds, veil after veil are lifted from my Foresight … we’re to lose Kimmie … in corpus at least … Isis takes the lead and I pour my grief and tears and strength into her as she eases Kimmie from the ravaged remains of the body I created from that of the male who had raped me … with whom I fell in love … we don’t watch but listen as we hear the wail of new lungs … the mystery child … the pediatrician takes it … a nurse is urging us back … a glimpse back as they try to save Kimmie … Isis helps me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Please no more. She’s gone. Leave the body alone.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and again with Isis’ help, we welcome Kimmie inside us … a tangible presence … not just a partner in Insight but anotehr life alongside us and with us … there’s more too … she seems to be whole yet split … part we are not yet allowed to see … her child? … my Foresight never could see her child … futures full of Isis and battles with the Shadow … yet this new life while obviously present is completely hidden it its role …<br/><br/>… the obstetrician comes out with Tangie … I smile at them …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yes, we know. We will celebrate her life and sacrifice tomorrow at moonrise. How is the baby?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they look at each other and Tangie answers …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Apparently fine, though seemingly withdrawn. It takes the bottle briefly and then turns away. It has control of its body we’ve never seen in a newborn. Its eyes focus! And then it closes its eyes and turns away.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Isis nudges me … a smile seems to exchange between us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Make me a bed here and bring me our newborn. We’ll see if she’ll take my teat. Isis says she’ll share.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and so I’m laying again in a hospital bed in the maternity ward and they bring me the little bundle … Isis is watching next to one bare teat … the bundle is place in my arm and I hold it to my other teat …. Isis reaches across and touches the fres cheek … eyes open … blue flecked with gold … focus on Isis … and then the tiny mouth takes my teat … latches on with a vengeance! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Ooof! I think she likes it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Isis latches onto the other and caresses the newborn’s cheek … Isis for several months has nursed even when I’m unsure she needs to … now an inspiration … I look at Tangie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Isis has kept me lactating for this! That’s why she hasn’t cut back on her demand even when we know it’s past time for her to do so. Bet she’ll go for solid food in abundance as soon as tomorrow and leave all my milf for this one!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  feel the new bundle trying to drain me and my body doing everything it can to keep up … Isis unlatches … with Tangie’s help, we move the bundle to where Isis had been … Isis just watches it now … and in a short time I’m both tapped out and the budle unlatches to sleep … little breaths … Isis hand caresses its cheek … I beckon Tangie over…</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So you haven’t said her sex. Why is that?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We don’t know, Chloe. More examination tomorrow. Ambiguous genitals. Blood and fluids being run now so we’ll know more in time. Rare, not unknown. Just you rest because it’s obvious your arms are full for the foreseeable future.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she hesitates …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “May I ask, where’s Kimmie? Has she passed on or does she remain? And did you see this coming?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… only Tangie perhaps has the guts to ask such things …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “No, this was hidden from me. Other futures are less confused given what’s happened here. And Kimmie is here with us. She has a bunch of learning to do to get around in my and Isis and I’m guessing in her baby’s mind and body. She’s been resting while we take care of her child. I expect she’ll come up for a breath of fresh air in a bit.”<br/><br/>  “Oh, please keep all that between you and me. Tell anyone who inquires that Kimmie is well and leave it at that. And usual answers to anyone snooping on what my Foresight permits and prohibits. It’s more a curse than a blessing in one sense Tangie, it offers so much and then refuses the good stuff, if you know what I mean. So now I need food. Liquid nutrition, lots of it. Warm broth and low sugar and easy to metabolize. Keep it coming please until I turn it away. I’ll hold these two at least until the new one nurses again if that’s okay.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  and apparently it is is … Isis eventually concedes that I need to rest yet urges me to keep her ‘sister’ … the thought is so clear … ‘sister’ … keep the sister very well fed … she sleeps in a portable baby bed nearby … almost too big for it but there we are … our family is richer and poorer by one each today … and larger in the spirit world …<br/><br/>… one last thought as the bundle unlatches and sleeps …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good night Kimmie! Well done!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… no dreams … deep sleep that I won’t stay awake through … I’ll revert to active resting again in a few days …</em></span></span><br/>