Margreet was surprised that Huib returned home so soon. "What did they say about it?" she asked curiously.

"I'll make some tea, would you like some?" and when Margreet nodded, "Then we'll talk further in a minute!"

A little later, sitting together on the sofa with a big glass of tea on the table, Huib talked about the plans Patrick and Bea were already making. With his hands, he drew on the couch what he remembered from their building plan: "Here and here and here rooms with corners, a bit shielded, so children can work quietly. Toilets of all sizes, here an extensive kitchen, where children can learn to cook and bake, a sports room, a creative room where children can experiment with all kinds of materials, up to woodworking. They realise they can't do this together, that they need at least one person who has a primary school diploma, so I told them about Ineke’s desire. They have already been busy articulating everything on the computer so that they can eventually make a proper request to the education inspectorate, and then start looking for building land. They will need a basic building that can be easily expanded. There will be children who will need different things than they have thought of so far. That will eventually result in the need for more rooms for children to do other things. And a major obstacle is finances. They will have to stop their own work, and they only like that, but how will they get a salary? Not to mention capital to set things up with, and capital to expand with, money to pay for gas, water and electricity and so on. There seem to be quite a few snags, but it is their heart's desire."

"Tell the group as soon as possible, over coffee, when Lisa and Sjaak are there," Margreet suggested. "I wouldn't be surprised if, in due course, they would also want something like this for their own child. And financially... maybe they will experience that it fits into their project plan."

"That's exactly what I was thinking too. And further, I think parents should take into account that they will have to pay quite a lot of school fees. Patrick and Bea will almost certainly not get a subsidy, and in fact they don't even want one, and maybe they are right about that, so they will be less dependent on supervisors. On the other hand, it will then cost parents a pretty penny more. Can only children of rich parents come then? Questions like that... how are you going to solve that?"

"If it is a plan that comes from within them, and therefore not just as an emergency move because of Rosalie, there will be a solution to it. I believe our souls are perfectly capable of finding the right ways in that."

Huib suddenly shot upright. "I get an idea! We'll organise another movie night, as I have a film in which a man, an inventor, meets a young lad who is in a shed doing things similar to his work. They hang out together like soulmates. The two sense each other, know what the other needs and reach out for that. Age plays no role for them. How about we shoot that film and before or after give Patrick and Bea a chance to tell us what their desire is."

"What a good idea! Then we should ask Ineke too, she will love this! Is it a long movie?"

"Yes, but I doubt if it's necessary to see it in full. Maybe I should tell a bit beforehand, summarise, and then show only the part that is necessary. By the way, it's another one of those superhero movies, Iron Man in this case."

"I don't know that one yet, but I'd like to get to know him!" laughed Margreet.

"And you, what did you do tonight?" asked Huib.

Margreet took him to the hobby room, showed him the flower, whose first circle, the bottom flower edge, was almost finished. She explained to him how she wanted to fill it in further with smaller and smaller circles, and then add accents with the purple organza. "Shadows, but also colour differences. I don't quite see how yet, but that will come."

Huib said nothing, but Margreet saw how he stood with tears in his eyes watching the very beginning of the flower, swallowing away his emotions. She put her hand on his shoulder: "What's happening, darling?"

"This... this is so real, so real from the depths of your soul. I don't know, but it touches me immensely. It's just a beginning, but I can see before me how you're going to make it grow, how beautiful it's going to be. That purple, that won't be so much shadow. Shadow comes naturally when the light shines on it. Purple is purely for accents, although I can't yet see what that will look like, you will get that idea yourself. But it is beautiful, Gretel, and it will be incredible. I am curious to see who you make this for, who will be attracted to it. A lot of people, I think, but who is really going to feel like 'that's for me, I want to buy it!' This is really your thing, really what suits you, and your soulpower is already coming out in it. Just imagine that will only get stronger in the coming months through your healing process!"

Margreet remained silent for a moment, impressed to experience that so much was coming out of her work. Finally, with a deep sigh, she said, "I feel you are right, but I still find it hard to grasp that this is reality, my reality. But I also know that it will be fine, that I will eventually experience it much better myself. I'm looking forward to that!"

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