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tion, for soon Abby would not be about to distract him. If only |
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No. Dreams must not dissuade her from the inevitable. |
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While Mike read the newspaper, Abby went into the kitchen where Hannah was doing the breakfast dishes. "I must ask a favor of you," she said, choking back her tears. |
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"I don't like this," Hannah said, shaking her head ominously as she drove the sports car up the Cajon Pass through the San Bernardino Mountains. "I had a terrible dream last night that you went to the desert and didn't come back." |
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"I am not returning to the desert," Abby said. "There is something I must do at a historic site in this mountain pass." |
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She sighed, watching the road zip by as the car climbed. She might never again travel so fast. She glanced upward, seeing a glint of silver in the brilliant blue sky, and bit back yet another sigh. She had never had an opportunity to ride on a jet. |
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But she squared her chin and looked forward. She had something betterthe chance to save a very important life. |
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While Hannah had gone to get her purse from her room that morning, Abby had finished packing her tote bag. She had selected clothing similar to the dress she had been wearing when she arrived in this time and located at the back of her closet her old bonnet and boots. She left her makeup, T-shirts, and jeans behind. |
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