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The front entry to Maureens home was enough to stop a person in his tracks and thats exactly what it did to Kaitlin. Across from the front door, a large archway covered the stairs going up. Kaitlin watched her mother and sister disappear up those stairs but couldnt bring herself to follow them.
The banister, stairs, and the walls of the foyer were a light, stained oak. A grandfather clock stood against one wall. The rug beneath her shoes was multicolored and plush. Kate finished her inspection with the high ceiling and its beautiful brass chandelier. She stared until her father bumped her with the bags he was carrying in.
Its a little bigger than youre used to, isnt it, Kate?
Oh, Father, its well, its . . . big!
Patrick laughed at his daughter, enjoying her look of wonder over the beautiful home. Maureen bustled back down the stairs in the next moment.
I wanted to help Sean, but he seemed embarrassed by my being in his bedroom with him. Maybe you should go up, Patrick.
Thanks for your help, Mo. He bent and kissed her cheek.
She positively glowed at the use of her family nickname. Percys room. You know the one.
Katie was still frozen in place near the front door when she turned to find her aunt watching her.
Your home is lovely, Kaitlin spoke the words almost shyly.
Maureen smiled and her eyes misted. Im glad you like it. She stopped when her throat clogged with tears. Kaitlin looked at her in gentle inquiry. Im just so glad youre here, I the words were stopped again as a tear slid down the older womans cheek.
Kate went to her aunt and put her arms around her. They were alike in height and she loved the feel of her aunts sturdy arms tight around her.
Would you look at me? Standing here getting us both wet with you probably hungry and dead on your feet. Ill show you your room and see about dinner.
Dinner was quiet with just Maureen, Patrick, Theresa and Kaitlin. Sean was having a tray in his room and Marcail had fallen into an exhausted slumber that would not be disturbed.
Patrick spent most of the meal answering his sisters questions. Maureen wanted full details on their trip over and it was quite late before she remembered how fatigued they must be.
Maureen would have understood if her brother and sister-in-law had headed right to bed, but, after they kissed their daughter goodnight, they moved with Maureen into the parlor.
A fire blazed in the hearth and Theresa warmed her hands before taking a nearby chair. Patrick watched his wife. When Maureen could stand the silence no longer, she spoke.
You havent come for a visit, have you? I mean, its not a vacation trip for you and the kids is it?
Theresa shifted in her chair to face her sister-in-law. She was thin and pale and appeared much older than her 39 years.