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Her question was met with a cold stare, and Maureen, so surprised at how far off her guesses had been, subsided into silence. Not many minutes passed before Sean took himself off to bed. In the hours before she went to bed herself, Maureen had a one-sided conversation with her absent brother. She told him in no uncertain terms that he should have come home ages ago, that letters had not been enough, and that his family needed him.
Maureen was utterly drained by the time she retired. Knowing how hard it would be to get to sleep, she tried to put her worries aside by telling herself that Sean might be more congenial in the morning. This was her last thought as sleep crowded in to claim her, but her hope was not to be realized. In the morning, Sean Donovan was gone.
three
Sean had lied about not liking San Franciscos cool temperatures in order to get away, but as he bent over another row of cotton in the hot Fresno sun, he found himself wishing hed stayed a little longer. Never had he lived and worked in such high temperatures. Most of the other workers around him were shorter and for the first time, Sean envied them their small size. He had been picking crops for two weeks, and his back was still screaming at him.
He paused to wipe the sweat from his face and saw the very pregnant woman working next to him bending over the row with difficulty. She lost her balance, and Sean reached for her, taking her arm until she was once again steady on her feet. The smile she gave him was tired and sweet, and Sean hurriedly bent his head.
The sight of her and that fatigued smile caused him to think of Kaitlin just months before he left, and then of Molly just an infant when his stage left town. Sean suddenly felt like his emotions would choke him.
Youve left, Sean, he said to himself, and by now, they dont want you back. Even if they did, you dont want to go. Convinced of this, he pushed the sight of Gretchen and Molly from his mind. They were the last things he needed to be dwelling on right now.
I wonder if Father made it home, Sean muttered to himself, bringing his anger to a head as he again bent his back.
Routine began to develop, and by the time Sean had been on the job for two months, he had made a few friends. Most of his co-workers were family men, but a few were single, and these were the men who took their pay to the bar as soon as it was placed in their hands.