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looking contraption called a jet. If the article were to be believed, a company called Boeing had just sold a fleet of these jets, apparently flying vehicles for passenger use, to a United States airline.
Those shining birds she had seen in her vision and in the airpeople could hire rides on them! How wonderful! She recalled how she'd wished her strange bird could fly the thirsty emigrants from the desert and marveled that her fantasy in the past was true today. She vowed to ride in a jet if the opportunity ever arose.
She took a sip of coffee as Mike began speaking. ''Abby, look. About what you told me last night" Without warning, her heart started to pound. The buzzing in her ears came not from the bees still flying about the table but from somewhere inside her head. The base of her spine began to hurt as though pricked at once by an entire paper of needles.
Surely it was the thought of little Jimmy Danziger that created her reaction, not a premonition of danger here and now. Surely she would have a vision to foretell any peril.
"Damn!" Mike stood suddenly, one hand clutching his opposite forearm. His face was white, his gray eyes wide. She sensed fear, but his voice was calm. "Abby, get Hannah. Tell her to bring the bee sting kit." He slid back into his chair. "Hurry!" He sounded weaker.
Dear Lord! Did Mike have the same kind of reaction to bee stings as his remote relative, little

 
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