Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
The next morning Kaitlin took Charlie to meet Dr. Grade, the doctor who had delivered both Gretchen and Molly. He gave Charlie a good report on the babys position, as well as a clean bill of health for herself. Kate, who was very cognizant of Charlies fatigue, watched her face closely when she asked if Charlie wanted to do some Christmas shopping.
Do you have time?
Sure, Kate told her easily. Sean is playing with the girls, Rigg is working, and Marcail is at school. I have, for the moment, time on my hands. Katie gave a little shrug and Charlie laughed.
The women went to Riggs Mercantile, and Charlie was able to cover over half of her Christmas list. The only gift she hesitated on was a pair of black stockings for Marcail.
Wont she be embarrassed to open these in front of everyone?
Kaitlin chuckled. Not Marc; she is quite drawn to feminine attire. I promise you, shell love them.
Kate knew that she still had plenty of time before her girls would even ask about her, but after making her purchases Charlie was flagging. Kate asked if they could finish on another day, and Charlie was more than willing to comply. Their conversation on the walk home was light and carefree.
I would have said that running a livery was the hardest job on earth, Charlie commented. But now that Im pregnant, Ive changed my opinion.
And to think, Kaitlin said with wonder in her voice, for a while you did both.
Not really, Katie. Sean has been rather hennish since I fainted on the Fourth of July.
Well, since youre obviously not a person who will ease up, I can see why.
Charlie knew she was right, so all she did was smile. Kate did not miss that smile. She decided that as soon as she was home, she would have a talk with her brother and sister-in-law.
How did you know we were thinking of moving? Charlie asked Kaitlin.
I didnt, not for certain. But Rigg and I talked about it last night. We both think that getting your own place is fine, but we think you should wait until after the baby is born.
Sean and Charlie exchanged a look. He knew Charlie thought she was a great burden because no one let her wash clothes or do work of any kind, but he also remembered how sick his mother had been when they first came to San Francisco. Aunt Maureen had not let her lift a finger. While it couldnt change the fact that she was very ill, it did remove the weight of housework. With the baby coming, it was doubtful that Charlie would have another chance to receive such a rest.
I think its a great idea, but I know Charlie is concerned about being a burden.