Maria stood dressing in the corner. âI tried to keep them quiet, Mama,â she said. âDid they wake you?â
Jenny shook her head. âItâs time to be up.â She hefted Maggie out of the crib and onto her hip. âHappy birthday, little one.â
âTwo,â Maggie said, resting her head on Jennyâs shoulder and sticking her thumb in her mouth.
Jenny nuzzled the toddlerâs blond curls, taking in the morning baby smell. Maybe another one wouldnât be so bad. âShall we go get ready for a party?â
Esther Abercrombie and Hannah Pershing arrived in midmorning to help Jenny and Mrs. OâMalley with the cooking. Estherâs waist had thickened with yet another pregnancyâthis would be her eleventh child, due in late June. Sheâd miscarried one, but birthed two sets of twins.
Hannah had only two childrenâtwelve-year-old Hope and four-year-old Isaiah. Sheâd had trouble with other pregnancies and lost several before birth. Privately, Jenny wondered if Hannahâs injured legâshe walked with a pronounced limpâcontributed to her difficult pregnancies. But Hannah and her husband Zeke had raised several of Zekeâs orphaned younger siblings, and two of his brothersâgrown men nowâstill lived with them. Hannah seemed happy with her life as a farmerâs wife, though it offered her little opportunity to use the education sheâd had in the East.
As usual, Esther chattered non-stop. She complained about her feet hurting. âAnd I have three more months of my belly growinâ afore Iâll get any relief. Not that birthinâ brings any relief from standinâ and fetchinâ.â
Jenny murmured sympathetically. She wasnât ready to mention her suspicion that she was also pregnantâshe hadnât even told Mac yet.
âI used to pooh-pooh Ma,â Esther continued. âRemember how she always needed to sit and rest as we walked the trail?â
Jenny nodded.
âWell, I understand her a lot better now,â Esther said, stirring the cake batter. âShe werenât much olderân I am now. And Iâve borne more youngâuns than she did.â Her expression turned sad. âOh, how I miss her still.â
Jenny patted Estherâs shoulder on her way to get a ham out of the larder.
âYouâre both fortunate to have so many children,â Hannah said. âTheyâre such a help on the farm.â
Jenny smiled. Trust Hannah to be the practical one. âMaybe, but here in town, they just fill up bedrooms and eat everything in sight.â
âThey do that in the country as well,â Hannah said. âBut the boys in particular are good workers. Isaiah isnât old enough yet, but we have Zekeâs brothers.â
âIâm glad they all stayed near Oregon City,â said Esther, who was Zekeâs sister. âAll us Pershings stayed close, except Joel.â
âWhat does Maggie think of her birthday?â Hannah asked.
âOh, she doesnât understand birthdays yet,â Jenny said. âThough the older children try to explain.â
Esther chuckled and gave the batter a final stir. âSheâll understand cake once she gets a slice.â
Jenny laughed. âCake she understands already.â
âAnd Maria?â Hannah asked. âDoes she feel slighted to play second fiddle to her little sister this weekend? After all, this party is for her also.â
Shaking her head, Jenny said, âMaria never acts slighted about anything. Sheâs such a docile girl. Grateful for everything. Sometimes I think she doesnât trust that we are truly her family.â
âBut sheâs lived with you since she was a baby,â Esther said. âHow can she think you arenât her family?â
âMac has always made it clear sheâs adopted,â Jenny said.
âThatâs just to squelch the rumors heâs her father,â Esther said. âYouâve never thought he was, have you?â
âOf course not.â Jenny shook her head. âHe told me he wasnât, and thatâs enough for me.â
Mac rubbed his forehead after spending the morning in his town office catching up on correspondence. His investments finally seemed to be on a path to growth. Heâd written bank drafts to cover the building expenses in Sacramento. But those costs were offset by income from his mining interests in California and from Oregon farmers repaying the loans heâd made them.
He glanced at his pocket watch. Time to head home for the noon meal. As he left his office, he remembered today was Maggieâs birthday. How had he forgotten? The household had been in an uproar all week with preparations for the party tomorrow afternoon.
And Mariaâs birthday came later in the month. He smiled, remembering Maria as an infant. Her mother Consuela, part Spanish and part Indian, had been Macâs friend in California. Sheâd been a stubborn and independent woman who returned to whoring soon after Mariaâs birth, only to have a customer kill her. On her death bed, Consuela pleaded with Mac to take the baby. So Mac brought Maria home to Jenny to raise. Jenny loved the baby as soon as she saw her, and theyâd become a family.
Mac locked up his office and stopped at Myers Mercantile on his way home. He found a cloth doll with a china head for Maggie. While he browsed the store for a gift for Maria, he overheard a small group of men talking as they sat around the stove near the counter.
âConfederate deserters been flocking to Oregon,â one man said.
âThey ainât all Confederates,â another said. âUnion men, too.â
âSome ainât even soldiers, just men looking for a quick fortune in the mines, or easy labor,â said a third.
The first man chortled. âAinât nothinâ easy âbout any labor. Least ways, not any I ever found.â
Mac picked up a roll of lace. A piece of this might do for Maria. âAre the deserters dangerous?â he asked the men.
âNo more so than other men with nothinâ to do,â came the reply.
âBut most of âem absconded with their Army weapons,â another said. âSo theyâs armed. Iâd keep an eagle-eye on my farmland and barns if I was you.â
âI live in town,â Mac said. âBut Iâll pass on the news to my farming friends.â Many of his guests tomorrow would be farmers, and heâd make sure they were aware of potential intruders.
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Chapter 5: A Party for Two Sisters
The party for Maria and Maggie had barely begun, and already Will wanted to leave. There were too many people for him to enjoy the occasion. But his parents had pressed him into greeting guests and taking their wraps. âWhy canât Maria and Cal help?â he asked Mama.
She reached up to pat his shoulder. âItâs Mariaâs party, she shouldnât have to work. Cal can carry the coats upstairs. I need you to man the door.â
Cal was nowhere to be found. After carrying one load of cloaks to the girlsâ bedroom, the brat disappeared. So Will grabbed Nate by the collar as he passed through the hall from dining room to parlor. âStay here,â he ordered. âHelp with the coats.â
The younger boy pulled away. âCanât. Iâm taking this plate to old Mrs. Abercrombie.â
Jonahâs grandmother Harriet was a nice old lady but didnât stray far from her husband Samuel Abercrombie. Samuel was a right old bastardâas Will heard Pa say often enough.
The Abercrombies werenât really Jonahâs grandparents, but Harriet treated him like a grandson. Samuel mostly ignored Jonah.
At least Jonah had the semblance of grandparents in Oregon. None of Willâs grandparents had come West. Paâs family all resided in Boston, and Will had never met any of them. He also didnât know Mamaâs family. Mamaâs father died when she was only a girl. Will was named after himâWilliam Calhoun. Mamaâs mother remarried and lived with her husband and their son in Missouri. Mama didnât speak of them often, though she and her mother exchanged letters from time to time.
It might be nice to have family around. Particularly a grandfather, if he were nicer than Samuel Abercrombie.