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knew of Dixie and that Mike's wife was dead. |
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He certainly hadn't killed her, as Philip had claimedhad he? Maybe remorse was the reason for the misery she sensed. |
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But that could not be. The man who had wooed Abby so gently the night before, who had shown her soaring heights of sensation, who had worried so about hurting her, was surely incapable of killing anyone. |
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Abby felt a tug of sympathy for Mike. Surely, as unemotional as he sounded, he felt sorrow at his loss. |
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Grace began, "Jess has been asking about the family, Michael. How is everyone?" |
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"Fine," he said, but Grace wasn't satisfied with anything less than a description of each person's health. Abby learned that Mike's parents were dead, but that he had a younger brother in a military service called the Air Force. The brother, Ed, with whom Mike did not sound close, was stationed in Ohio. He had a wife and two small daughters. |
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Abby sat still, not wanting to interrupt, for she was learning more about Mike Danziger in a few minutes here than in the days since arriving in the future. |
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Finally Mike stopped and said, "Jess, we have a few questions about the Danziger family from way back. You know, things Myra used to research." |
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The old woman's eyes moistened. "Myra's dead," she whimpered. |
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Grace patted Jess's hands as they wrung in her |
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