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Her full legal name was Maureen Olivia Donovan Lawton Kent. She was a land owner in her own right and very much in love with her second husband, Mitchell. Mitchs job with a shipping line never had him in port for more than a few months at a time.
The two of them had no children together, but Maureen did have a son from her first marriage, Percy Lawton. He was much like his hard-working father when it came to spending money, but fell short in his lack of ambition for making the money he so wanted to squander.
Percy was Maureens one weakness. Oh, she was aware of his spendthrift ways and his devil-may-care attitude toward life, but the truth was, she loved him to distraction. She honestly believed he would outgrow his immature ways and settle down some day with a lovely woman who would give her a handful of grandchildren to spoil. That Percy was 28 years old and showed no sign of ever changing his ways was where Maureen was utterly blind.
Life was always quieter when Percy was away, and, whenever both Mitch and Percy were home at the same time, well, it became nearly unbearable. Maureen was, at that moment, saying a prayer of thanks for the very fact that both her men were gone and she could devote all her time to her brother and his family.
Sean, dear, youre looking so pale, she spoke to her nephew as he stepped carefully from the carriage. Well get you right into bed.
Sean wanted to argue. There was so much he wanted to see and explore. Hed never seen a house like this and here was an entire street lined with them. But they would all have to wait until he felt better. He prayed it would be soon.
Marcail had reached for her mothers hand after alighting from the carriage and held on tight. She wasnt sure she liked California. It was so big and noisy. The houses were huge and she hadnt seen very many children. Their trip was just starting and she already missed Loni so much she wanted to cry. Staring up at the house as they climbed the front steps, she wondered if it was going to eat them alive.
Kaitlin smiled warmly at the young groom who had come forward to hold the horses. He was nice looking with blond hair and blue eyes and his smile was respectful and sweet. Kate turned to pick up a small traveling case and before she could take a step he took it from her hand. She thanked him and felt herself blushing, an unusual occurrence. Kate smiled as she walked into the house behind her mother and sister. So far, she liked San Francisco very much.