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though, the emotions she sensed in the other person were less lonely, less angryand more confused.
Mike's emotions.
She glanced up at him and found him looking in puzzlement at her. His storm-gray eyes studied her for a long, immobile moment, but all too soon he pulled away. "Good night, Abby," he said, his voice curt. Then he stomped into the house.
She followed him slowly, feeling wonderment that she had found the man whose thoughts she had shared in her visionand pain that, if he recognized their connection, he rejected it. As with her visions, if there was a special sharing between them, it must be erratic and uncontrollable, for she certainly had not participated in all his emotions since they had met. That was just as well. She still sensed the darkness in Mike Danziger's soul. Her own feelings were difficult enough; she did not need to take on his trouble as well.
In the bedroom, she changed clothes and nestled into bed thinking of the day's eventsand particularly of all the wondrous things she had seen: this cabin; lights and water available in the desert at a touch; the indoor privy; the bubbles. Had she been transported to some magical land as a result of her prayer by the fossil siteor was she dead? She could not believe the latter; the desert, even with all these marvels, was not her idea of heaven.
She wished she had the answers, but most par-

 
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