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Our new home is finally complete, after many months of hard work by my dear husband Arlen. It feels so good no longer to live in and about our wagon!
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Father is out in the garden with Abby. He seems to be thriving. Despite all of our tribulations, I am certain now that our voyage westward was the best thing for our family.
Abby had to return, for if she failed to save Arlen, there would never be a Mike. She apparently remained for the long weeks to complete the journey and beyondtime for Lucy and Arlen to marry, to settle in Los Angeles, to spend months building a home.
But why would she stay so long in a time where her powers were not accepted? Where she was not accepted?
In a time without Mike?
The obvious answer pounded at her hopes, turning them to dust. She would not be able to return to this time.
But she would try. By all that was within her power, she would try.
Perhaps she should tarry here during Mike's convalescence. After all, he might go into a decline without her.
But that was simply an excuse. He would recover, whether or not she remained. She should leave soon, for her heartbreak would grow greater the longer she stayed.
At least she had learned, to her relief, that she was not pregnant; the first times Mike and she

 
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