During a secret ritual, the women were branded with his initials near their pelvis while saying, “Master, please brand me, it would be an honor.”īefore Mr. Raniere had groomed a group of women in the group to be his sexual partners.
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Nxivm (pronounced NEX-ee-um), which was headquartered near Albany, became known as a “sex cult” after trial testimony showed that Mr. “I pray that you will take the claws of Keith Raniere out of you, and you will learn who Clare Bronfman really is,” said one of the victims, Susan Dones, through tears.Īfter the victims spoke, Judge Garaufis stared sternly at Ms. Raniere because she still believed in him. Bronfman told the judge last month that she could not disavow Mr. Bronfman, sitting silently at the defense table, and begged her to denounce Mr. Several of the women looked straight at Ms. Bronfman sued them relentlessly, drove them into bankruptcy and even persuaded local prosecutors to initiate criminal charges against them.Īt times, the hearing felt like an intervention. The cashier, predictably asked Monica, "Did you find everything you need?" Without thinking, Monica replied, "No, I didn't.Some of them said Ms. As Conor and his mother left the store, Monica unconsciously stepped forward. She had just witnessed a demonstration of genuine gratitude, and it was a beautiful thing. She wondered, why did this simple gesture pull on her heart-strings? The answer was suddenly obvious. Monica felt a lump rise in her throat, and her eyes began to tear up. "That is the nicest thing anyone has done for me this whole week." Thank you so much, she said, placing her hand over her heart. The cashier looked at Conor then at his mother then back at Conor.
Then, he resolutely extended the marble to the cashier and said, "Here, you can have this one." An awkward silence followed.
"This is a good one," he said to no one in particular. Conor removed the green cat eye marble and held it up to the light. He looked directly at the cashier and said with childish sincerity, "Thank for my marbles." The cashier smiled at his joyous display of pure gratitude. He finally stuffed the money into his pocket and reached for the green cat eye again.Ĭonor's mother nudged him again and prompted, "Conor, what do you say?" Conor beamed brightly as if he had just remembered a secret. He stood glued to the spot, looking back and forth from his marbles to the money. He looked in utter amazement at the money in his hand. He carefully placed the marble back in its bag and held out his hand to receive his change. His mother nudged him and motioned to the cashier, whispering something in his ear. He had already opened the bag of marbles and was carefully admiring a green cat eye. Conor produced a wadded up five-dollar bill from his pocket and gave it toward the cashier without taking his gaze from the bag of marbles.
"That will be three dollars and twenty-three cents," said the cashier with a hint of kindness in her eyes. She noted how he watched the cashier scanning his bag of marbles with breathless anticipation. He looked sublimely happy to be purchasing a small bag of marbles. His bright, sky blue eyes were accented by a string of freckles sprinkled from one cheek to the other. "Monica was anxious to leave the store, but something about Conor reminded her of happier times. Discover the timeless principles that guide the characters in the book and that will help you in your search for a more fulfilling life! Monica learns the first principle from a 5-year old boy named Conor. Finding My Marbles is a book you can read and live.
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