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colored with an overabundance of red makeupsome of which remained on Mike's cheek. Abby tried to be unobtrusive as she studied the woman. Like a servant, she wore a neat pinafore and sturdy shoes, but since when did servants hug and kiss their masters? Abby liked the idea but could not imagine such a thing happening in her time. This era was a strange one indeed.
"And who are you?" The woman scurried so close to Abby that they could have touched. She smelled of something wildly exotic overlaid with the pine scent of the house. "Oh, my dear, I sense you are a Pisces, a fish swimming in two directions. Perhaps we can help you find your way. Or maybe a Geminia twin?"
Abby felt bewildered. She had heard similar terms at home once from a gypsy fortune-teller before the seer was made to move on. The words most certainly seemed out of place here.
The woman placed the back of her hand dramatically against her lightly lined forehead, closing eyelids whose heavy blue coloring evoked a purplish cast from her cap of starling-black hair. "Let me see what you are thinking. Oh, poor dear. You are looking for something."
Abby's eyes opened wide. Was this woman also able to see things beyond normal human vision? And had she endangered herself for Abby's sake by speaking out?
Biting her lip, Abby glanced at Mike, expecting him to hurl at the woman the usual accusations Abby experienced when people learned of her powers. But a ghost of a smile lifted the corners

 
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