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a rope at the waist. Even though a few women had begun wearing men's trousers on the trail for comfort, Abby felt embarrassed to put on such clothing, but Mike assured her that she looked very fashionable. What fashion? she wondered. |
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Dressing in privacy in the bathroom, she twisted her pale brown hair atop her head, hoping the few pins she had not lost in the flood the day before would hold its thickness. She stared at her small features in the looking glass. Her dark eyes were wide and frightened, her complexion pale, her full lips still cracked and dry. She found herself absurdly wishing her hated bonnet had not been ruined, for it would hide many of her flaws. Pinching her cheeks for color, she hurried from the room. |
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They breakfasted on cold milk and sweet grains that Mike poured from one of the boxes Abby had found. He called the food cereal, although it was nothing like oatmeal. Abby picked at the combination, for the milk tasted bland and thin. |
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They talked of what yesterday's rain would do for the plants and animals on the desert, and their early morning camaraderie gratified Abby. If only her dream had explained what had happened to her and where her family was, she might enjoy being here with this man. She had shared much with him in the brief time of their acquaintanceand even before. Surprisingly, his eyes smiled at her the whole time she ate. She sensed it had been a while since Mike Danziger had smiled at anything. |
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