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- About the Author
Maureen Lawton Kent, sister to Patrick Donovan, stood in her library trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart. Her nephew Sean was upstairs in one of the bedrooms, and she knew he would be coming back down for supper at any moment. She wondered how swiftly she could get word to Kaitlin and the family, somehow certain that none of them knew where Sean was. The thought had barely formulated when the subject of Maureens thoughts appeared in the door.
Seans appearance surprised her. Hed filled out even more from when she had seen him at Christmas, losing almost all of his boyish looks in the process. His brows were low over his unsmiling eyes, and his mouth, even when he spoke, was set in a grim line.
Oh there you are. Maureen hated how breathless she sounded. Are you ready for supper?
Sean nodded and followed his aunt to the table. For the most part, the meal was silent and tense. Sean was starting to regret his decision to come here; in fact, he was starting to regret his decision to leave Santa Rosa. He knew he would have to force his familys faces from his mind or there would be more tears. Seans anger rushed in and rescued him. There had been tears on the stage and then again in the room upstairs, but no more, he told himself.
Maureen, who was watching some of the emotions cross her nephews face, quite frankly did not know what to say. Hed become a stranger since they were last together. By the time coffee was served she had gained some courage, telling herself that if he felt free enough to come here and live, then she was within her rights to ask a few questions.
Sean, she began tentatively, does your family know youre here?
No. He answered without looking at her.
Wont they be worried?
Sean shrugged. I left a note saying I was leaving town. Theyll have to be satisfied with that. It caused Sean more pain to say that than he let on, but Maureen was so surprised at his anger that she did not notice. In the face of that ire, some of her courage deserted her. A moment passed before she summoned a falsely cheerful voice and went on.
Are you going to be looking for work? Maureens grown son, Percy, had lived off her income for years, so she did not take for granted that Sean would look for work.
Not here. I dont like the weather. Sean said the first thing that came to mind, not wanting to admit that San Francisco was too close to Santa Rosa.
Maureen nearly panicked over his words. It never once occurred to her that he was just stopping off on his way through; in fact, she had a faint hope that he had come here because this was where his fathers ship would be docking.
Arent you worried about missing your fathers visit?