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The children dont know of this, Maureen, but weve come back to San Francisco because theres something wrong with me and we dont know what it is.
seven
Weve needed a break for a long time, Maureen, youre aware of that. But every time we planned to come back to the states the plans were interrupted. With Theresa feeling the way she does, we knew it was time to come back. We need to see a doctor while were here.
Theresa, Maureen said gently, even as hope burgeoned within her that this was not as serious as it seemed, did you think of your age? I mean, the changes a woman goes through? I hear its a little different for everyone.
Ive heard the same thing, Maureen, but Ive never heard of anyone developing sharp chest pains and a dry cough.
You have a cough? The words were almost whispered as the older womans hopes faded quickly.
A dry cough and every afternoon and on into the night I run a fever. It keeps me awake. I dont think the children suspect anything, although I feel more burdened every day to tell Kate and Sean.
They talked for another hour and Maureen went off to bed with a heavy heart. Her hopes had been dashed so quickly in the face of Theresas cough and fevers. For the first time in many years, Maureen Kent was terrified.
Kaitlin woke up the next morning when Marcail climbed into bed with her.
Im freezing, Katie, the little girls teeth chattered and Kate pulled her close. They lay in the quiet house and listened to the rain hitting the windowsill.
The previous afternoon they had come into a cloudy San Francisco and thought it chilly. They realized now that yesterday had been warm compared to this cold-to-your-bones feeling brought on by the rain.
Katie?
Hmm?
Do you miss Hawaii?
Not yet, but Im sure I will.
I miss Loni.
She probably misses you, too. You can write her, you know.
They fell silent and dozed off. They woke again when Sean lightly tapped on their door and came in. Seeing that Marcails bed was vacant, he slid slowly beneath the covers, shivering all the while.
Its freezing here, he said in a tired voice. I thought California was sunny.
Not in February, Kaitlin said. How do you feel?
A little better. Im weak, but thats probably because Im starving,
Youre always starving. Marcail stated.
Thats true, Sean answered in his logical way. This is a big room, he added.
Whats yours like? his little sister wanted to know.