End Of Man (COMPELTIONG ESTIMATION 6/9/2019

CHAPTER 13 - WHAT SOW MEANS 1408

"SOW!" I found myself saying. "What does it mean?" I figured it was an abbreviation of some description. Either that or it had something to do with planting seeds. But I knew I was not meeting any botanists or farmers, it seemed unlikely such ladies involved in that line of work would be here. Then again, I am a mere student. Why am I here? What ever is left after the impossible is probably possibly probable. 

Still the car drove along the straight road. Since the shooting we had driven for a god half a mile maybe more. My math was woeful, would you believe? Granny Zofia gripped my sweaty hand in hers ever so gently. "It means you are meeting the most powerful and influential women in the world sweet child." Her voice was soothing but very weak. I doubted she had long left in the world, that disheartened me somewhat. "SOW means the "society of women" it is a secret society only privy to us ladies." I asked myself how did such a society fall under the radar. I would get an answer. "This organisation, I set up, along with others, I might add, during the termination of world war two child. Men, like your father, are evil I say. They have ruled the Earth far to long. I have seen it all both as a survivor and as a student."

I wandered what I had got myself into. Secret societies. I have read about the Mason and illuminati, I have watched Youtube videos and have been fascinated by them since a very young age. The nagging question I was yearning to know was "why am I here?" I figured I am the granddaughter of a founding member, hence why I find myself here this night. That was the only plausible reason, surly.

Then signs of life could be seen. Cars were parked along the road. Expensive cars for the most part. I remembered the cheque I recived. I remembered what Leon had said. No one gives you that sort of money and not expect something in return. Who wants what In return? This is what I aks myself.  What have I got to offer a somewhat shady organization. 

The car stopped outside this great Victorian style manner. Man was I impressed. It was breathtaking even though I could not see clearly in the dark. All of it was made with oddly shaped grey stone but that is precisely what I adored about the place. It looked rustic think of it like mini castle upon first glance just without a moat or a great castle door, the mansion had mock Tudor gables. bay windows aligned with decorative glass, a great front door which was guarded by four women. Then you see the little details and think wow this is where I want to live. It was splendid to say the very least. 

 A guard who was slender and wore a silver mask opened the door for us. The guard was a woman, that I could tell. All the other guards looked like her judging by the size alone. But they all had these creepy silver masks on tied with Velcro straps. These masks had drooping faces and awful expressions of horror. The guard held out her small hand and granny Zofia accepted. It took a moment for granny Zofia to get out. She was a frail old lady after all. I followed her. The big woman also got out of the vehicle. She had a mask on herself but it was venetian. 

As we were congregated outside it started to rain. Granny Zofia fastened the scarf around her pate and silently complained. She did not like the rain. I did, I loved to sing in the rain, usually when I have had a few. I found it refreshing.

"Where are we?" I asked granny Zofia. I know Boston like the back of my hand but I had never seen such an estate. I have googled mapped all of Boston and never did I see this place. 

"Baroness Jessica Lynda Priscilla Croft," was what granny Zofia said. "She will be our host this night."

We stood out in the rain as it got worst and were immediately ushered in doors. There to greet us was the baroness herself. The female gurads were tough to say the least they stood stationary out in the rain and wind with no umbreallas or shelter. I felt sorry for them.

I breathed in the palatial estate. It was new that I could tell, and it was purposefully designed to echo some of the great estates in Europe. I looked at the black and white chequered floor. There was a stairs that ran along a wall sevral steps ahead of me. Then there seemed to be a long corridor of sorts. And a door to the left and right. 

The baroness oddly wore a mask as well. A pretty venetian mask at that, with bright flowers. The front foor was closed behind us and Barones Croft greeted us warmly as if we were immediate family. That surprised me I must say.  "Ladies," she said allover the top "how are we this miserable eve?" She was a few years younger than granny Zofia. Maybe in her eighties. She was regal though I could tell by her clothes alone. Her hair was as white as snow and was tied up in a bun.  

Granny Zofia hobbled to her accompanied by the big woman who was ever present by her side. she was actually rather tender with her considering she had committed murder.  I was still lost for words. I had not whitnessed a murder per say but I had heard the crack of a gun killing the silence. I knew the driver, who was a male was shot. even if it was swept under the rug. I decided to turn a blind eye. 

Granny Zofia spoke and my attention turned to the two elderly ladies. "Hello Baroness," The pair kissed each other on each cheek. 

"Grand Queen, I am honoured to host you and yours. Why we have not met since-"

"1947," granny Zofia said she had a great memory for someone so old. 

"Indeed, the birth of my first Quintin Lee," the Baroness looked down as if she was disheartened.  

"A grave tragedy he died in that war, men are brutal, savages." 

"Men are pigs," Baroness Croft spit out those words. I was left stunned. Leon was far from a pig, aside from his intolerabe eating habbits perhaps. Baroness then looked wholly regal. She straighted out her shoulders and raised her chin and confidently spoke "our time will come sister. You can be sure on that." The two old ladies reminsied fondly but Baroness Croft then spared a moment for me. "And this must be the granddaughter."

"Yes this is her alright," granny Zofia said and she held out her wizenend hand and I gently held hers and stood before her and the Baroness for inspection. "Introduce yourself my sweet child," granny Zofia asked of me. 

There and then I had no idea what was proper, so to speak. Should I courtesy? Should I bow? Should I kiss her cheek? Or shake her hand? I was lost. Baroness Croft merely semi bowed in my presence. I mimicked her. 

Again I looked at the big woman with a dirty look. My tearful eyes met the Baroness.      

"Come child, you may leave the grand Queen's side I have much to show you. Little time to inform you of all the details. Tonight you will be initiated." 

"Initiated!" I blurted out. 

"Its alright child," granny Zofia said. "Perhaps I should-" 

"No grand Queen I have the perfect plan," Baroness Croft assured granny Zofia. I pondered about this perfect plan. 

Granny Zofia went to walk away with the big lady.

"Where are you to go Grany Zofia?" I blurted out. 

"I must meet and greet those sisters whom  I have not seen for decades on end. We will meet up child. I promise you that." 

 So I watched Granny Zofia walk to the left past the fabulous staircase and I was left alone with Baroness Croft who raised her elbow to me expecting me to interlock arms with her. Wisely I did. I was uneasy, I will freely admit, this was a strange environment. 

I had question of my own.

Many questions. 

Many, I would soon ask.