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F o r L u n d i M o o r e
Commanderour father and
grandfather, who built tree houses
and fashioned a nautical bedroom
and kept up a family history
running back to Jamestown.
Who made our lives possible.
We wish you could have read our book.
Liam OMalley
Sorcha OShea
1651- 1702
1653- 1703
Cathleen OMalley
Padraig Brennan
1680- 1737
1674- 1733
Teague Brennan
Cora Abernathy
1698- 1758
1703- 1750
Thaddeus Dobson
Moira Brennan
1715- 1757
1722- 1759
Deirdre Dobson
1743- 1776
Matthew Foster
1762- 1775
Families of
Compiled by Fiona Campbell Warren in 1933
Sarah-Louise Foster
Anderson Tate
1762- 1835
1762- 1842
Eleanor Tate
Gideon Atwood
1791- 1852
1786- 1847
Bessie Atwood
Quincy McCallister
1812- 1860
1806- 1848
Maeve McCallister
Ambrose Webster
1836- 1909
1824- 1895
Jessamine Campbell
Tobias Webster
1881- 1926
1869- 1926
Dennis Warren
1903-
1900-
Ida Warren
1933-
CH A P T E R ON E
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It started at the funeral. We were standing on the hill just west of
the house, inside an iron fence filled with tombstones. Everyone
in my grandmothers family had been buried in that graveyard,
all the way back to the first immigrants. Gramma had picked out
a plot for herself when she was still a little girl. Which gives you
some idea about my grandmothers family and their morbid
obsessions.
It was one of the few conversations Id had with my grandmother that I actually remembered. I was nearly six at the
time. She told me about her chosen resting place and then said,
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Following the service, the group massed together and headed to
the house. All except the father-son pairI saw them down
on the driveway, climbing into a black SUV. I wished Id gotten
a better look at the younger one.
I slipped past the rest of the mourners, scooting out the gate
and down the hill, putting some distance between me and the
crowd. I wanted to be the first through the door of the family
home I had heard about but never seen.
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In the western wing, I glimpsed a shadow among the shadows. The back of a stray guest, just standing there, motionless.
I wondered why she would be upstairs, nosing around by
herself.
Excuse me? I called to her. Are you looking for someone?
Without a word, without turning, she walked away from me.
All right, then, I said, mock cheerfully. What was I? Invisible? Hey, I called again, maam?
She passed through a doorway out of sight.
A little offended at being ignored, I went after her. But
stopped after a few steps, and stood there, wavering. Unwilling, unable, to go farther. And just completely surprised at my
reluctance.
I shrugged. Shook my head. Let her snoop around. What did
I care, r eally? After all, it w
asnt my house.
I heard Sammy then, before I saw him, materializing out of
the shadows in the eastern hall. He ducked through a door.
Forgetting about the nosy guest, I started after him again. Hed
found a boys bedroom completely filled with nautical things
brass lamps, whaling paintings, a harpoon leaning in the corner.
All of it orderly and dust free, but I c ould feel, when I entered,
the biding stillness of the rooms disuse.
Sammy was pushing himself in circles in a swivel chair before
a desk. The mechanism made small, unpleasant shrieks.
Movement on the floor. Spider, I informed him, and lifted
my foot to smash it.
Dont, he shrilled, and I hesitated just long enough for it to
scurry under a slant-front desk.
Gross, I said. Whyd you stop me?
Shes a good mother. She lives here, Sam said reasonably.
I sighed and shrugged. Another new nut-job notion Sam had
got in his head. Whatever. Listen, I said, trying to summon
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As I stared, his right hand slipped to the cuff of his left sleeve
and tugged it lower, over the scars. Mentally, I kicked myself
again. I had a real talent for being thoughtless sometimes.
Mrs. Valois came back with the soda. Bottled in glass, no less.
The boy took it, loosened the cap, and held it out to me.
My favorite, I said, giving him the win. Thanks.
Your grandmothers favorite too, he said.
I took a few sips, wondering if a taste for sweet, syrupy soft
drinks c ould be inherited. Nobody was talking. The boy continued to watch me, not rudely, just intently, like he was waiting
for a conversation that had paused to begin again.
Im sorry, I offered finally, I dont know your name.
He shook his head the slightest bit, like he c ouldnt believe it.
Sorry, but Gramma never talked about you.
Im Jackson, he said.
Nice to meet you. I nodded to include his grandmother.
Both.
That seemed to startle Mrs. Valois into motion. Likewise, she
said, but I got to check on the food, clear away some dishes
Oh, I said, starting to rise. I c ould help you, Mrs. Valois.
No, stay, sit, she said shortly.
Jackson nodded. Take a break from the old birds out there
Watch who youre calling old, young man. She started out
the door, but turned back. And while were on the subject,
Sarah, just call me Rose. Having someone call me Mrs. Valois
makes me feel every minute of my years. Anyone over the age of
thirtys just a step from the grave for you kids.... The door
swung shut behind her.
It was evidently my turn to talk again. Whys your grandmother doing all this work? I asked. I thought she was
Grammas nurse.
Nah, not really. Grans retired. She worked intensive care up
in Baltimore for twenty years. She was just helping Ida out with
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the nursing thing. They were best friends most of their lives. She
put this wake together out of respect.
Oh. Well. Jeez, I said. They must have been really good
friendsdid you see the spread on that dining table?
He was amused by that. Gran never does anything halfway.
And she likes to cook.
I hope theres some left over. Looked really good. Think I
could pack some up to take back to the hotel?
That startled him. You arent staying?
Here? I said. No. Not even tonight. Mom hates this place.
Shes selling it.
He looked down to hide it, but I saw shock on his face. And I
thought, Brilliant again, Sarah. Didnt Mom say they live on the property? Shes probably selling it right out from under them. What could I
say? Im sorry.
He leaned back, his face composed. Im justsurprised.
A place like thisyou dont expect someone to sell it to
strangers.
I shrugged a little. I guess.
His turn to shrug. Well, too bad youre not staying. I was
hoping you and I He broke off, and I waited, wondering
how that sentence was supposed to be completed. He looked
uncomfortable.
Hoping, he said, finally, his voice dropping, so that I had to
lean in a little, we c ould find the treasure.
Didnt see that one coming.
Mrs. ValoisRosecame backing through the swinging
door just then, her arms full of dishes. I jumped and whirled
around, and my arm knocked into the Coke bottle, pushing it off
the table edge. Jacksons hand caught it in midair, before it spilled
more than a drop. My eyes widened. Those were fast reflexes.
Getting crumbs everywhere, Rose grumbled from across
the room. Gonna have cockroaches living in the sofa. She
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unloaded the dishes into the sink. None of them loved her. Why
dont they all just go home?
She pushed back out the swinging door and was gone again.
Jackson put the bottle back on the table, seeming embarrassed, not cocky like youd expect a boy to be. But I was still
focused on what hed just said.
Treasure, I whispered. Youre kidding, right?
What, he said, you never heard about the Captains lost
diamonds? Everybody around here knows about them. I always
wanted to search for them.
So? Search. What dyou need me for?
Are you kidding? Its your house. I cant do it without you.
Sounds to me like an urban legend. Sounds like it would
probably be a pretty big waste of time.
Sounds to me like a full ride at Johns Hopkins, if we
find them.
You going to Hopkins? I was impressed.
Thats the plan, yeah. But it costs just a little more than
Grans got stuffed in her mattress. I say its worth a look around.
I was ready to tell him nothe whole thing was ridiculous.
If there was some lost stash of diamonds, why hadnt my grandmother found it? And if she h adnt, how would we? When would
we even look for it? Where would we look for it?
And yet, it would suck if Mom sold the house and somebody
else turned around and stumbled over a chest full of diamonds.
And just imagine if the whole thing turned out to be true. Just
imagine the look on my mothers face when I handed her a fistful
of diamonds from this place she hatedA gift from Gramma, I
could say. It might be worth a look around. For a couple days,
anyway.
Maybe, I said, lifting my shoulders.
He nodded, satisfied, like hed expected me to say that. And
I realized I was getting a little tired of feeling like he knew me a
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whole lot better than I knew him. Gramma shouldnt have talked
so much about me.
All right, I said abruptly. I stood. I better get started looking for my brother. A place this big, I might die of old age before
I run into him.
Hide-and-seek.
What? I frowned a little, startled.
Hide-and-seek? A childrens game? One little kids play?
I didnt like it. It was disturbing. Gramma c ouldnt have told
him that Sam and I
But then I felt stupid. It was just an idle comment. He didnt
mean anything by it. He d idnt know about Sammy and me. Not
even my mother knew about Sammy and me.
I nodded and left without another word.