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They hadnt walked far and before anyone expected it, Maureen stopped beside a large coach, pulled by two perfectly matched bays. Fascinated, the children stared at the horses and rig, then at the coachman who alighted from his high seat to assist them with their bags. They believed in those few moments that their aunt was quite wealthy. It would be some time before they understood that Maureens home, carriage and belongings, although ample, were not San Franciscos finest.
Is everyone settled? Maureen smiled in genuine delight at her family as the coach lurched into motion.
Were fine, her brother assured her and smiled. Maureen smiled back and turned to speak with Theresa.
Were you terribly seasick, Dear?
No, the girls and I werent sick at all.
Theresa was mentally prepared for the startled look that came over her sister-in-laws face. She reached out and took Maureens hand. Well talk tonight, when the children are in bed.
Maureen had to be satisfied with that, but she was shaken. Kaitlin, who had just looked over at her mother and aunt, glanced curiously between them. Theresa, having known that Maureen would see the physical changes in her, was able to smile at her daughter. Maureen was so shaken over what Theresa might tell her later, she could do no more than stare at her oldest niece and then her brother.
See down this street? Mother and I had an apartment there when we were first married, Father said.
Can we go see it?
Not today, Marcail. Lets get to Aunt Maureens and settle in. Were going to be here for a while. I promise you, well see everything. Oh, Maureen, I forgot to ask you if Mitch is in town. It took Maureen a moment to answer the question about her husband, but she was glad for the diversion.
No, hes been gone about three months. He did say that this would be a short trip and maybe hed be back to meet you before you have to return.
Father, did you know we would be going three months ago? Kaitlin asked in surprise.
Yep. Kept a good secret, didnt I? He winked at his daughter. Maureen, where is Percy? Still in Europe?
Yes. I doubt youll see him, unless of course, he runs out of money. These words were said with a tired sigh.
Is this where you live, Aunt Maureen? Sean asked in awe as the carriage pulled up before a large, two-story home. Maureen did not miss the looks of wonder the house was receiving.
This is the place. You children may not be aware that my first husband, your Uncle Stan, was in real estate. He left me very comfortable. This was said so matter-of-fact, that Katie blinked. She didnt know her Aunt Maureen beyond letters over the years and had no idea what a survivor she was.