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  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Contents
  5. Whatever Tomorrow Brings
  6. Copyright Page
  7. Dedication
  8. The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
  9. one
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  28. twenty
  29. twenty-one
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  31. twenty-three
  32. twenty-four
  33. twenty-five
  34. twenty-six
  35. twenty-seven
  36. twenty-eight
  37. twenty-nine
  38. thirty
  39. thirty-one
  40. thirty-two
  41. thirty-three
  42. thirty-four
  43. thirty-five
  44. thirty-six
  45. thirty-seven
  46. thirty-eight
  47. thirty-nine
  48. forty
  49. forty-one
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  53. forty-five
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  58. fifty
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  63. fifty-five
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  65. fifty-seven
  66. fifty-eight
  67. fifty-nine
  68. sixty
  69. sixty-one
  70. epilogue
  71. Dedication
  72. The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
  73. Prologue
  74. one
  75. two
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  94. twenty-one
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  103. thirty
  104. thirty-one
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  107. thirty-four
  108. thirty-five
  109. thirty-six
  110. thirty-seven
  111. thirty-eight
  112. thirty-nine
  113. forty
  114. forty-one
  115. forty-two
  116. forty-three
  117. forty-four
  118. epilogue
  119. Sean Donovan
  120. Copyright Page
  121. Dedication
  122. Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
  123. one
  124. two
  125. three
  126. four
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  143. twenty-one
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  147. twenty-five
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  149. twenty-seven
  150. twenty-eight
  151. twenty-nine
  152. thirty
  153. thirty-one
  154. thirty-two
  155. thirty-three
  156. thirty-four
  157. thirty-five
  158. thirty-six
  159. thirty-seven
  160. thirty-eight
  161. thirty-nine
  162. forty
  163. forty-one
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  165. forty-three
  166. forty-four
  167. forty-five
  168. forty-six
  169. forty-seven
  170. forty-eight
  171. forty-nine
  172. fifty
  173. fifty-one
  174. Epilogue
  175. Dedication
  176. Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
  177. Dear Marcail
  178. prologue
  179. one
  180. two
  181. three
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  202. twenty-four
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  205. twenty-seven
  206. twenty-eight
  207. twenty-nine
  208. thirty
  209. thirty-one
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  211. thirty-three
  212. thirty-four
  213. thirty-five
  214. thirty-six
  215. thirty-seven
  216. thirty-eight
  217. thirty-nine
  218. forty
  219. forty-one
  220. forty-two
  221. forty-three
  222. forty-four
  223. forty-five
  224. forty-six
  225. forty-seven
  226. forty-eight
  227. forty-nine
  228. fifty
  229. fifty-one
  230. fifty-two
  231. fifty-three
  232. fifty-four
  233. fifty-five
  234. fifty-six
  235. fifty-seven
  236. fifty-eight
  237. fifty-nine
  238. sixty
  239. epilogue
  240. Books by Lori Wick
  241. About the Author

I can tell Im going to spend the entire weekend lit up like a candle, Marcail commented without humor. Alex laughed, his eyes lit mischievously as he watched her.

In fact, he was still smiling impishly when Marcail reached into her bag for the lunch shed packed. He sobered up when she threatened to eat his lunch. Marcail knew without a doubt that the weekend would be anything but boring.

thirty-one

Marcail could smell the ocean even before she disembarked from the train. Her nose lifted as her feet hit the platform, and her eyes closed in bliss as she inhaled the smell of her childhood. A cold wind tugged at her coat and hair, but Marcail took no notice.

Alex came from behind and bumped her with the bags. The feel of the bags hitting the back of her legs and Alexs quick apology were enough to break the reverie. She turned to ask him the direction of his home, but she saw that his nose was raised, and he was sporting the same look of pleasure shed just experienced.

Marcail watched him until he opened his eyes and noticed her scrutiny. He smiled without embarrassment, and Marcail grinned back at him.

Is it good to be home? she asked softly.

Immensely! Come on, Marc, Alex used her nickname for the first time. Ill take you home to Mother.

The Montgomery house was a large structure that appeared to have been added to over the years. The central house was two stories, with wings on three of the four sides.

Alex walked directly in the front door without knocking, and Marcail followed. He moved with purpose through a spacious living room, set their bags by the long sofa, took Marcails hand, and led her to a door at the end of the room.

Marcail had envisioned someone rather sickly, but the woman waiting in bed to meet her looked the picture of health with her sparkling blue eyes and warm smile.

No words were spoken as Marcail approached the bed. Helen, immediately noticing the hesitant smile of her new daughter-in-law, reached to hug her. Marcail couldnt help but respond to the love she saw there and went willingly into her embrace. When Helen released her, she patted the bed and Marcail sat down. Again the room was silent as Helen looked at the exquisite features of Marcails face. She then turned to Alex.

You didnt tell us that she has the face of an angel.

Alexs smile nearly stretched off his face as he saw Marcail blush. He leaned from the far side of the bed to kiss his mothers cheek.

Hello, Mother.

Hello, dear. Happy birthday, a few days early.

Thank you, Alex replied with a twinkle in his eye. And now if youll permit me, Ill make the introductions. Mother, this is my wife, Marcail. Marcail, this is my mother, Helen Montgomery.

Marcail. Helen spoke the name softly. Weve been mispronouncing it.