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to the back of her mind like a bad memory, but suddenly it leapt out. A shudder of dread coursed through her, as though a rodent crept on tiny, clutching feet from her toes to her temples. Was it simply because of her disturbing meeting with Philip? |
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By the time they reached Mike's home, Abby was quaking from her own inner turmoil. Why did she not simply have a vision so she could know for certain the source of the danger she sensed? |
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Mike disappeared toward the wing of the house he occupied as Abby joined Hannah in the kitchen. The housekeeper was excited about the dinner party. Serving Abby a cup of cinnamon apple tea, she sat with her at the table to discuss the menu. "Though Mike's in the food business, he doesn't want to be bothered," she said. "Or maybe it's because he's in the food business." |
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They decided on salad, pasta with herbed vegetables, and chocolate mousse for dessert. Rather, Hannah decided. Abby simply agreed, since she was not familiar with most foods Hannah described. |
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"You'll get the hang of all this," Hannah said kindly, reaching across the table to pat Abby's hand. |
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Abby looked at the older woman who today wore a bright pink dress beneath her pinafore. "Hannah, are you . . . I mean, do you truly know things others don't?" |
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Hannah's toothy smile deepened the wrinkles at the sides of her mouth and hazel eyes. "Of |
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