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things happening around her that she could not understand. This cabin had only existed before in a vision. The conveniences here seemed miraculous and incomprehensible. Abby found herself shivering again. Something was wrong, and the only answer she could think of was that she had died when she had made her wish at the fossil site. |
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But if this was death, it was wonderful! That was what she thought a few minutes later as she lay soaking in the tub of warm water. She had filled it more than she had intended, but she guessed that Mike Danziger would not mind; he would somehow manufacture water here, in the middle of the desert, should he need some. She laughed at herself. Whatever Mike was, she knew from his warmth and strength, his kindness and short temperand the ready passion he had exuded as they shared that special kissthat he was a man, not some superhuman creature. A living, vulnerable man. Maybe the terrible pang of danger she had felt was something directed at him, instead of by him. |
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She washed her hair with the same bar of soap she used on her body. She often scented the soap she made with wild ginger, but this smelled sweeter, reminding her of summertime lemonade. |
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She did not stay in the tub long, for fear of falling asleep. When she got out, she realized she still had nothing to wear; her dripping clothing, draped over a metal bar, was ruined. Wrapping one towel about her head, another around her |
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