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Theresas head snapped up in surprise and after a startled look at Kate, her eyes scanned the deck. Father had tried to warn her, but hed been feeling so sick she could barely understand him. Keep an eye on Kate. Shell draw attention. His words became suddenly clear, and, with her spouse so sick, she felt anxious over not having been more aware. They had all been sheltered for so long.
Has someone approached you, Kaitlin?
No, but the sailors, well, they stare. Kate shrugged rather helplessly and Theresa looked almost stern to cover her dismay.
Kaitlin, Im not accusing you of anything, but you need to be careful. You are a very attractive young lady and Im afraid you cannot be friendly while on this trip. I realize its not normal for you to ignore people, but a smile on this ship can be taken the wrong way.
The fact that Kate towered over her mother did nothing to diminish how young she looked at that moment. Being leered at was something shed never before experienced and she didnt like it at all. Her hand went self-consciously to the severely high neckline on her dress and she glanced down at her chest. For the first time in her life, the sight of her full breasts caused her to hunch her shoulders.
Theresas heart turned over in her chest and she reached to touch her daughters arm. Kate, honey, I dont want to make you ashamed of your lovely face and figure, but ship life is unlike anything youve ever experienced. Maybe you should wear your cloak, even if its warm.
All right, Mother. Kates voice was a mixture of sadness and confusion. Theresa felt like something precious and innocent had just been destroyed. The thought persisted even as Theresa watched Kaitlin go below decks to care for the others. But then she remembered the rough life around the docks of San Francisco and mentally compared them to the relative calm of the ship. Please Lord, she prayed silently, please help Patrick to be on his feet before we land.
Are things well, Mrs. Donovan?
Theresa turned to find the Captain addressing her. He was a tall, well-built man and might be considered handsome by some, with his wind-roughened cheeks and full head of steel-gray hair. His eyes were kind and Theresa responded to the kindness she saw there.
The girls and I are faring better than my husband and son Im afraid, but well be fine. Thank you for asking.
The Captain tipped his hat, smiled at Marcail, and moved on toward another family at the railing. Tempted to call him back and complain about the conduct of his men, Theresa was sure, on second thought, shed be wasting her breath.
How much longer, Mother, before we see Aunt Maureen?
Im not exactly sure, dear. Much depends on the winds.