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Our new home is finally complete, after many months of hard work by my dear husband Arlen. It feels so good no longer to live in and about our wagon! |
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Father is out in the garden with Abby. He seems to be thriving. Despite all of our tribulations, I am certain now that our voyage westward was the best thing for our family. |
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Abby had to return, for if she failed to save Arlen, there would never be a Mike. She apparently remained for the long weeks to complete the journey and beyondtime for Lucy and Arlen to marry, to settle in Los Angeles, to spend months building a home. |
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But why would she stay so long in a time where her powers were not accepted? Where she was not accepted? |
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The obvious answer pounded at her hopes, turning them to dust. She would not be able to return to this time. |
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But she would try. By all that was within her power, she would try. |
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Perhaps she should tarry here during Mike's convalescence. After all, he might go into a decline without her. |
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But that was simply an excuse. He would recover, whether or not she remained. She should leave soon, for her heartbreak would grow greater the longer she stayed. |
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At least she had learned, to her relief, that she was not pregnant; the first times Mike and she |
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