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At Abby's request, Mike left her back home when he went to his office. She had something important to do. |
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She had been unable to save little Jimmy from the affliction that followed Danziger men through the centuries. At least now she was armed with knowledge. She knew she would be successful when Arlen was stung by a bee. |
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But she had to be prepared. |
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She found Hannah in the kitchen scrubbing the sink. That day the dress beneath her pinafore was bright purple. The sides of her raven black cap of hair were plastered against her head with metal clips that Abby had learned were called bobby pins. The style emphasized the moonlike roundness of her cheeks. |
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Abby inhaled the familiar, pleasant pine scent of the cleaning materials. She would miss that smell. She'd miss a lot from this time. |
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But she would come back. And she was not leaving yetthough she believed it would be soon. Her unfocused disquiet was no longer a sleepy ogre; since that morning at Jess's, it had begun to stretch and rumble and terrify her. She still did not know from where the danger would come, or when. |
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But she did not believe it would be that day. So for now she would wait, but not idly. She had preparations to make. |
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Standing next to Hannah at the counter, she began, "I am curious. After that terrible time Mike was stung by the bee, I wonder if he keeps many of those lifesaving kits about." |
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