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dissimilar to the grocer's keeping a running account for Abby at home.
"This card's Mike's," Hannah said. "He lets me charge things for him."
They resumed their drive. In a few minutes Hannah parked the car before several small stores. "Be right back," she promised. She slipped inside a shop whose sign proclaimed Psychic.
Sitting in the car alone, Abby tried not to think of Mike's guilt and the way he must miss his beloved wife, but she could not help it. Perhaps she could find a way to save him from the physical danger she sensed, but what could she ever do to salve his unbearably painful conscienceor soothe away the hurt of having lost someone dear to him?
A few minutes later Hannah emerged, dropping a magazine called Los Angeles Psychic on Abby's lap. "You might be interested in seeing this," she said.
Thumbing through it, Abby asked, "What does 'psychic' mean?"
"A psychic sees things other people don't." Hannah again started the car. "This one's a mind reader. Some are fortune-tellers. Some even help the police solve crimes."
Abby's hand rose involuntarily to her mouth. "Do . . . do they see visions?"
"That's what some say. Others feel things or see them in tarot cards. Some are astrologers. It depends on the particular power."
"And people today just accept that? They really

 
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