I inherited my name, Abby, my height (5'2"), and the gift of second sight from my great-grandmother, Abigail Dumas. Precognition hasn't stopped me from falling for "soap" star Johnny Gerard, or keeping the two of us from being hounded by mobsters, lawyers, contract killers, and loony daytime drama fans. Johnny and I are rehearsing for a new Broadway musical. But, if my latest vision comes true, we won't live long enough to hear the overture from the orchestra. Where's Granny Abigail when I need her?