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Date Posted: 06:12:31 03/10/01 Sat
Stones for Walls…15
Her tracking ability was what attracted him… her ability to sniff out the target, she’d sometimes be tracking into the wee hours of the morning when he could do nothing else but sleep. On those nights when he was alone with his thought and could go into the reasons why he couldn’t sleep he’d think of why they needed to be such a part of the world’s needs. …Hey, but maybe that’s another story. Anyway today we’re talking about her, trying to make her strong so she know all the aspects of leadership. He was thinking of her and how mush he got the blues when she wasn’t around…he was thinking that he was doing it all for the right reasons…
Her computer screen shot to the info data on the world’s population seeing where the growth of our world was going beyond the year 2050. She was looking at which countries/entities/peoples needed to be addressed and educated on the subject of world hunger. She wanted to get down and dirty…ask them their opinions, and how they thought their fathers would have tried to make things right. She was assimilating she always did in her mind that conjured a mission to get them into the country so they could establish a friendships. She loved the adventure of it all the adrenaline high she got in a strange place. And the people every one of them she lost her heart to all these innocent lives and loves with their eyes beautiful and so sadly hopeful…
…He was thinking about how she loved all the people and in some gentle way she wanted to take care of them. All those many they had met….He was drowsing…maybe it was all the losses she had suffered that made her want to mother so…damn! He shook the thought from him mind that in friendship there is often betrayal and replaced that thought with a validation…his eyes and mind heavy with tired….he was sure that tonight at least she had it all under control ….he was just a beep away.
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A visual marvel, the palace of King Abdulah’s was a testament of love and commitment as well as a feat of modern engineering with its vaulted ceilings, arches and apertures all faced with breathtaking mosaics. Its interior was a marriage of fine mahogany and broadloom with copper and glass accents. Built for their king the people of Jordan chose the work of Queen Sabriel, the king’s architect and fourth wife.
At the center of the palace complex an expansive circular meeting room had been built with walls floor to ceiling of beveled glass encased in mahogany frameworks. A series of adjacent rooms rayed out from this center of administrative activity. The entire complex from airborne perspective appeared to be a huge sun glinting from the surface of the earth.
Nikita settled herself in one of the chairs with a cup of coffee while she waited for the meeting to get organized. The women chattered and chided one another as they made their way to the conference table. The Sisterhood, was a group of women working together for a stronger Nation. Nikita was thinking this wasn’t what she had in mind when she proposed getting close to the people. It was the streets she wanted and not the heavily rich and famous. She wanted to talk to the beggars.
The King’s first wife had given her the name ‘Cyan’ for her clear blue eyes they said. And all the others agreed it was perfect. She was chosen to be the sixth of the King’s wives based, of course on the advice of this exclusive clique.
It was back in the King’s think tank after four years away. Two years beginning with a year of truth in Ireland with Michael. It was a devastating year at Section where she assumed leadership. That year she saw her father shot to death and watched Michael walk out of her life. That year she came close to losing her grip on reality and Michael had asked her to come live with him he wanted to build a lodge on some land he had in the mountains. He said she’d had enough and needed to see another aspect of the business a different perspective. She loved the power and hated to leave and argued that she didn’t want to butt into his new life as a father, but he insisted and thought Adam would enjoy her friendship and he capped the deal with the promised to cook. She agreed and they built it. He spoiled her and she reveled in life in the piney ‘burbs.
Four years and he wanted her back the first meeting was not unpleasant he was kind and smiling He had said he understood and she knew he did but, guilt got the best of her and she explained that she had a prior life that needed tending and again his eyes smiled and this time he laughed in his mirthful way. He forgave her again and went on to say things were heating up close by and she was needed. He had accomplished some good things in his reign and she respected him for his courage. The sixth wife of a Jordanian King, One of a long line of needy causes and here time seemed endless while she waited for a moment. Here’s one who who’ll wait for centuries it seemed until he would consent to give a few seconds with a promise to listen and concentrate on what she wanted to tell him. All this without stirring the wrath in him. She had to be sly at times and she hated that part of it.
So Michael was profiled to be an ambassador. That was a hot place to be and she knew she’d be driving herself nuts with worry about if some idiot was going to bomb it and all the young people who work there to try and make a better life ...but, shit she knew that the streets of Baghdad were crammed with military personnel and she wondered how any of their people there could feel free enough to associate with people who would for a better world….there was a rumor that said the USA had to bomb the shit out of them to get them to listen…..sort of like one of those pounds on the top of your head from one of their teachers back at section…He did look dashing though, in that sleek black suit. She learned a lot from him about how it’s all in the presentation. She had admired the way the lines of that suit brought out his best side. That ambassadorship? Actually he was profiled as a temporary in place of some guy who had to have emergency surgery. That’s how they got him in there. Here, he was required to where the religious garments when he was in association with the Islamic brethren. He was required also, to become a follower of Islam.
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