<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>Sunday morning and I untangle myself from Chloe as we wake up.  I slept well enough.  Perhaps all this nervous energy drained me more than I had imagined.<br/><br/>I fill out my papers for "Chloe Rulez"  and am reminded again to read the non-disclosure clause carefully.   It seems to center on the research that Chloe has going right now.  Little else of importance, but that is a key point and its stated several different ways.  It boils down to:  I am not allowed to disclose the biochemistry work that is being performed.   I smirk a bit as I sign my legal name:<em>Caoimhe Elise Clarkson</em>.   That signature alone says Im aware of the 'biochemistry' being performed.<br/><br/>Later in the morning, we are back at Beacon Hill for a catered brunch.  This time, I take the care to brush my hair, put on a black plaid skirt and a white top, wedges, and a touch of mascara and lip gloss.  I refuse to appear before the Dawson clan again, like a slob.  I think Chloe is smirking at me.....but Im going for some credit with 'second impressions'.<br/><br/>Circe, Chloe and I go to the rooftop after brunch.  The upcoming meeting is laid out.  Next Saturday Chloe will be interviewed by the elders of the Sisterhoold in Salem.  That will all be proceeded by a traditional bonfire.  Saturday afternoon, the "verdict" on Chloe will be handed down.  Then Chloe will address the gathering.   Sunday will be time for Chloe to be with the elders and others.  I wonder where I'll be sequestered to?  I know a few days with Huguette will not buy me a pass into the inner circle.<br/><br/>The work week commences.  Monday is lab day.  Chloe and I work with the animals.  Me, mostly recording times and data for the various tests and samples being taken.  I dont know how Chloe did all of this herself!!<br/><br/>I am warned that our 'enemies' are probably trying to listen in on us.  Cell phones can no longer be considered secure.  I nod.  Better to be fore warned than to make a horrible gaffe.....<br/><br/>“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.”<br/><br/>That will add a bit to the 'degree of difficulty' I think?  Complete foreign concepts being taught in a new language.   I can do this,  I can do this....no one said it would be easy.....<br/><br/>Tuesday, late afternoon, is our rendezvous with Huguette.   As we wait, and as I view everyone as someone trying to listen in on us, Chloe takes my hand and says in a calm and reassuring voice:<br/><br/>“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.”<br/><br/>I lean over and kiss her.  Push a lock of hair out of her eyes.....<br/><br/><em>"Im doing good.  Im edgy, but not scared.  I trust you, Im with you and that would be the only thing I couldnt handle.  Not knowing where you are.  Now that we work together, Im with you constantly and that's just how I want it.  All the fun stuff, will happen for us.  Its just that our 'schedule of events' has been overruled by this new destiny.  Im ok with it.  Im a little afraid of Huguette, but only in terms of being such an inferior student, she'll want me kept away from you.  If I dont get accepted, initiated, brought in, or whatever the proper term is, to the Sisterhood.  I'll take that as a sign that I couldnt help you, or them.  I'll live with it.  If Im not mistaken, Aunt Becky is on a similar path, perhaps by choice though?"</em><br/><br/>I smile at her....put on my bravest and happiest little face.....<br/><br/><em>"We're good Chloe.....we've always been good"</em>.....<br/><br/>