Chapter Nineteen:
Cloey was instantly aware of the slipping sensation, her molecules losing cohesion, and she sat up in bed. It felt so good to move. She reached for Liz. Their fingertips touched, the sidestep, and suddenly they were standing in what appeared to be a television repair shop. A girl was sitting at a workbench, staring into a miniature camera. It took a second look from Cloey to recognize Jessie, her husband’s computer technician. The business suit was gone, replaced by jeans and a shirt. Her hair, the color of chestnuts, was tied back and her face, scrubbed free of makeup, revealed a freshness which was downright appealing.
Cloey now realized the workshop was the computer lab at Nick’s office. “What is she doing?” Cloey asked.
“Just watch a moment.”
Cloey watched Jessie
