The Mighty Quinns: Kieran. Kate Hoffmann

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СКАЧАТЬ was forced to face the truth. Something bad had happened. After a year, a funeral was held. The boys filled a single empty casket with memories of the parents they’d lost.

      To help them deal with their grief, Martin Quinn put the boys to work at the boatyard. “Work will soothe a troubled mind,” he told them. “Work will make you strong.”

      Martin had used work to get over his own grief many years before, when their grandmother had died in childbirth. Martin had come to the U.S. from Ireland two years later, a widower with his young son, hoping to make a new life for himself away from a homeland that held so many sad memories.

      Dermot sat down next to Kieran and grabbed a worn piece of sandpaper. “I know they’re dead. But what I really want to know is why.”

      “When we finish this boat, you can sail it across the ocean and find out,” Ronan said.

      Kieran drew a sharp breath. “This boat will never get out of the marina without sails. Where are we going to find the money to buy those?”

      Cameron sat back on his heels. “We can maybe find something used. Still, we’re all going to have to pitch in some cash.” He looked at Dermot. “How much do you have saved?”

      Dermot shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe twenty dollars.”

      “Ronan?”

      “One-hundred-seventy dollars,” the nine-year old said.

      “Jaysus,” Cameron muttered. “You’re like a little squirrel.”

      Ronan grinned. “I count it every week. You can have it all.”

      “No,” Cameron said. “We all have to contribute equally.”

      “That doesn’t seem fair, considering Ronan is never going to go out on the boat,” Kieran said. “He should contribute less.”

      His little brother shrugged. “I don’t mind,” he said in a quiet voice.

      “How much do you have?” Cameron asked, turning to Kieran.

      Kieran knew exactly what he had in the bank. He even knew how much he made every month in interest. And he knew that putting his money into sails for a boat they probably wouldn’t be allowed to sail was foolish. He was saving his money for something more important—he just wasn’t sure what that was. But someday, he’d need money and he’d be the only brother to have it.

      “Enough,” Kieran said.

      “He knows,” Dermot said. “He knows to the penny how much he has.”

      “Over a thousand,” Kieran admitted. “But I’m not spending it all on this boat.”

      Cameron gave him a pat on his shoulder. “We decide as a group. And we all contribute the same. We’re brothers.”

      Kieran nodded. “We’re brothers,” he murmured.

      They’d all managed to survive together. But Kieran had to wonder how long that would last. Someday, Cameron would leave for college, perhaps in a place far away from Seattle. Dermot had big dreams of traveling the world. And Ronan would undoubtedly find a safe place for himself to settle.

      But even if they were separated by distance, the four Quinn brothers had a bond that no one could break, a bond forged by a family tragedy and strengthened by a childhood spent watching out for each other.

      “You know what we should do,” Kieran said. “We should build ourselves a boat from scratch. Once we get this one fixed, we can sell it and build something we really like. Something bigger and better. After all, we got this boat for free and I bet, fixed up, we could sell it for fifteen thousand.”

      “Oh, man, that would be so cool,” Dermot said. “Do you think Grandda would let us build our own boat?”

      “Sure,” Cameron said, clearly excited by the suggestion. “We’ll tell him it will help us learn the business better. I’ve got some really cool designs we could look at. And when it’s done and we’re all old enough, we’ll just leave.”

      “Where will we go?” Ronan asked, trepidation in his voice.

      “The South Pacific,” Cameron replied. “We’ll go say goodbye to Ma and Da.”

      Ronan looked a little green at the thought. Kieran glanced over at his twin brother and their gazes met. Dermot understood. They just needed to feel what their parents felt, to see what they’d seen and then maybe, they could finally put the past behind them and build lives of their own.

       1

      “BITNEY, KENTUCKY? What the hell is in Bitney, Kentucky?” Kieran stared down at the bus ticket, shaking his head.

      He and his three brothers had gathered in Cameron’s office after a meeting with their grandfather. And they were all still trying to wrap their heads around what had just gone down. They’d suspected that Martin Quinn was thinking about retiring and turning over the control of the family yacht-building business to one of his four grandsons. But not one of them had expected this.

      “So, let me get this straight,” Dermot said. “We’re supposed to walk away from everything here in Seattle for six weeks and find a new life for ourselves? In some strange place?”

      Ronan nodded. “This is crazy. The old man has lost his mind. How the hell is he going to run this place without us?”

      Kieran chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. He knows every job in the place. I swear, he could fire us all and the business would thrive.”

      Quinn Yachtworks had been started in the early sixties as a small fishing-boat repair business in Seattle. Their grandfather had gradually built it into the finest custom sailing yacht producer on the West Coast, known for its sleek, state-of-the-art designs.

      Martin’s only son, Jamie, had worked in the business until he and his wife, Suzanne, had been lost at sea.

      It seemed as if every bit of happiness had leaked out of the young Quinns’ lives on the day they buried that empty coffin. The things that made them a family had changed. There wasn’t a lot of affection or laughter in the house. Instead, the boys worked and worked … and worked, pushing aside their emotions and their loss.

      There had been some good moments, Kieran recalled. The four brothers had built a boat all on their own and he, Dermot and Cameron had spent an entire summer sailing it around Puget Sound, much to the dismay of Ronan, who refused to step on board. But the dreams they’d had for themselves as kids had been replaced by responsibility to their grandfather. Martin Quinn had taken them in when they needed a home. It was their family duty to repay him.

      They all attended college locally and continued to work at Quinn Yachtworks, helping to expand the business even more. At first, they’d worked simple jobs around the shop and then, as they got older, they’d taken on more important positions. Cameron ran the design end and Dermot handled sales. Kieran served as chief financial officer and Ronan enjoyed supervising the shop, spending his days working side by side with the builders and craftsmen.

      Yes, they’d all put aside their childhood dreams to help out after their parents’ death. СКАЧАТЬ