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the appropriate time, I will find my family. May I go shopping now?"
He wanted to insist, but this was not the time or place. He wouldn't force any solution on her; he carried enough guilt over what he had done to a woman. He let her go.

In the space of an hour, Abby had come nearly to accept the incredible; she must be in the future. So much was changed from what she knew. This place was different from any she had ever seen before: so many vehicles similar to Mike's; so many people; so many shops filled with an incredible array of merchandise.
And the people. Women of this time, like men, wore hardly anything in the desert heatshort pants that revealed nearly every inch of their bare legs, tight shirts of the same material as hers, but even more revealing of every curve. Did they all have loose morals? She glanced at Mike, much taller and more handsome than any of the men she saw, but he was not paying attention to any other people. His gray, appraising eyes remained on her.
Flushing, she finally picked a store to walk into. It was as cold inside as the Bronco. And she was astonished. Each ready-made garment had a slip of stiff paper with the price attached, and the cost of one flimsy, sleeveless shirt was enough to feed her family for weeks.
Mike asked, "See anything you like?"
Embarrassed, she shook her head and walked out. She stopped on the sidewalk in front of the

 
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