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blouses that, although of a more clingy material than she was used to, did not seem overly revealing. He bought her some strange but comfortably cushioned shoes called Nikes, plus a pair of leather shoes as pretty and light as slippers. And he bought her a flowing white nightgown with a high neck and long sleeves.
She wondered at the system of payment. No cash changed hands, but surely the small card Mike handed each shopkeeper, though the color of gold, had no barter value. Besides, it was handed back at each transaction. There certainly was much she did not understand in this time!
When their hands were filled with packages in bags of a thin, strong material she did not recognize, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
She realized she was; shopping and worry had made her famished.
They put their bundles into the Bronco, with its strange beeping sound each time Mike pushed a button. Then they walked a short distance in the desert heatand Abby felt her jaw drop as she spied the low, pink stucco building with Spanish-style arches, for beside it was a large pink-and-white sign that said Arlen's Kitchen. She glanced at Mike. He grinned.
Arlen's Kitchen? Could he also have come here to the year 1995? Abby asked, "What is this place?"
"It's one of my restaurants," Mike said, pride filling his voice. "If you've never eaten in one, you're in for a treat."

 
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