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Were hesitating, Dr. Weston, I think, because we have enjoyed such good health. Theresa was sick with the pregnancies but, I think as a whole, the five of us have all been very healthy and obviously taking it for granted.
How many times have you been pregnant?
Three.
But you were always up and about soon after?
Seans was the most difficult, but even then I bounced right back.
Doctor Weston was very thorough. He asked about Theresas family history, her grandparents deaths, her parents deaths and the deaths of any siblings. At times he only nodded and made notes; other times he wanted specifics.
Theresa explained to him that shed caught a slight cold last fall and had not been able to shake it off. She told him of her reccurring fever and how hot she was at night. When she told of her dry cough, his face went from concerned to grave. Patricks heart began to pound in his chest as he prayed.
Do you ever cough up anything?
Not until we were on the ship traveling here. I coughed up some blood. The words were whispered.
Theresa! Patricks voice was pained.
You were so sick, Patrick, tears came to Theresas eyes as she spoke. It was just a little blood and you had enough to worry about. I didnt want to do anything to spoil our trip.
Patricks arms were around his wife and Dr. Weston walked over to the window to give them some privacy.
Paul Weston had known Maureen Kent for years. When shed asked him to come and see her sister-in-law, hed cut into his busy schedule and came without delay.
Fifteen years ago hed have told Mrs. Donovan she had consumption. But they had a name for her ailment now, not that it did any good. Theresa Donovan had tuberculosis, and if she was coughing up blood there was probably little he could do for her. He turned away from the window to tell the Donovans his prognosis, wishing all the time that hed been out of town when Maureens note arrived.
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You would think I was already dead by the way youre all acting. Theresa Donovans family looked at her in utter shock when she spoke these words from the doorway of the library.
Ive had to wait for a time when we were all gathered without Marcail to speak with you. I know Ive shocked you but Im still here and I dont want to see my family in mourning.
Theresa stopped to give them all a few moments to digest what she had said. Doctor Westons news was over a week old and after lunch everyone had moved to the library, a room as elegant as the rest of the house, to stare at the fire as theyd done every day since the man left.
We just want you to be comfortable, Theresa, and not overdo. Father cleared his throat when Theresa gave him a stern look.