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turned slowly to face Lucy.
"Is everything all right?" Lucy's head was cocked beneath the brim of her bonnet as she regarded Abby with concern in her eyes. Her journal was in her hand.
"Fine." Abby made her tone light. "I was not able to venture as far as I had hoped." That certainly was the truth. "I was tired, but now I feel better.''
Lucy looked skeptical. "Will you sit with me near the river?"
Abby could think of no reason to refuse.
As they neared the water, Lucy began, "You've acted so unhappy since we got here, Abby. Even before. You have not told me why. And now you appear in the throes of despair. Please confide in me. What is the matter?"
Abby lifted her shoulders beneath her pale green blouse in a small shrug. "I daydream too much," she said. In her mind she saw the face of Mike Danziger.
Lucy pivoted to stand before Abby. Marriage had been good to her. Her pretty, petite features were enhanced by the twinkle in her dark brown eyes. Arlen seemed an attentive husband. Abby could not have asked for more for her beloved sister. She would no longer ask anything for herself, if only
"Please, Abby, I want to know what is wrong." Lucy looked closely at Abby, her face now serious.
All the raw anguish Abby had been holding back suddenly broke loose, filling her with pain

 
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