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Winnie described the woman she saw. “Mid-thirties, long brown hair in a braid, fit-looking, and pregnant.”
For a moment, Benjamin looked confused.
Then a light seemed to dawn in his eyes.
“No.”
“You know her,” Winnie said.
Benjamin nodded slowly, a little dazedly, as though waking from a dream.
“Marsha Haggerty,” he said.
Marsha. Was that why Winnie had thought of that childhood memory, of Marsha betraying her to their pastor when they were ten? The memory had popped into Winnie’s mind during her first video call with Benjamin.
Had popped into her mind like toast out of a toaster.
Even after sixty-eight years of living with her clairvoyant mind, Winnie was still learning exactly how it worked. Here was another lesson. She needed to pay closer attention to her thoughts, even whe
