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"Enough," Abby said sadly. "Poor Mike." |
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"Yep. Thanks to her conniving and his hormones, he went through four years of hellthat's how long they were married. Me, too." |
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"No, hell. She fired me every other week, but I'd been with him for years, and he said only he could let me go. That didn't encourage her to be nice." |
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"Damned if I'd let her get the better of me! Besides, Mike needed an ally. At least he finally saw the light and asked for a divorce. I just wish for his sake she'd gotten out of his life the easy way instead of dying on him. This way he keeps on suffering." |
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Abby sighed. If only she could help him with that. But first she had to save him from the peril she sensed. And to do that, she had to make him believe her. |
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As they finished cooking, Abby had Hannah add pencil and paper to the table settings. "You should take notes," she said. "That way you'll be sure if I'm telling the truth when Grace confirms the stories." |
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As they ate, Abby regaled Mike and Hannah with the tribulations of the wagon train during the months on the trail. She described her father's illness in the desert. Sorrowfully she told them of the death of the trail leader's orphaned nephew Jimmy. She hesitated over the story of how she had foretold little Mary Woolcott's near-crushing by a wagon wheel, how her parents |
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