For just an instant the image was of her standing where she was, holding onto Kevin’s hands. hqporner Walking beside the roadway in the intense heat was what her mother would have called a “babushka”– an elderly woman from the old country. And that’s why Karen Baker didn’t believe what her eyes were showing her as she drove the little-used desert highway through southern Nevada. The name came suddenly to her mind as soon as she heard the woman cackle a second time. )
Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. “If I had accepted the gift,” her mother said quietly, “I also would have been able to see the future, but I would have been powerless to change the smallest part of it.
