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clouding her face. She pressed three fingers to her brow and closed her eyes. "Oh, my poor, dear Abby." Her voice rumbled dramatically, and Abby froze. Was Hannah having a vision? |
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"I'm getting vibrations from you of great turmoil," Hannah continued, "and even greater distance. No, time. It's great expanses of time." |
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Abby gasped. She ran to Hannah at the sink, stopping short of touching her. Perhaps Hannah truly could see beyond normal senses. And oh, how Abby needed a kindred spirit right now. |
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But Hannah opened her eyes and, grinning lopsidedly, spoke in a normal voice. "I'm really impressed with what you've been through. Traveling through time and all." |
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Abby felt taken aback; the woman had changed tone so quickly. "You envisioned it?" |
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"I eavesdropped." Hannah lifted one chubby hand to ward off Abby's dismay. "One does what one must to gain an edge, and when the force isn't quite with you . . . you cheat." |
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Abby shook her head in confusion. |
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"One day," Hannah said, "I want to hear all about you and why you've come. A wagon train? Time travel? Wow!" She stroked Abby's arm as if to make sure she was really solid. "I'm tired, now, though, so I'm going home to bed." |
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She did not offer to remain to chaperon Abby this night. People today must not worry about how such things appeared, Abby thought. Her family would be appalled that she had already spent two nights alone in a cabin with a man, but she had been too overwhelmed then by all that |
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